he removes his shoes, because some things never change, and then reaches to take the box from her. he then carries it through to the main sitting room of the house. ๏ผ
Come. I will make tea. What have you learned so far?
๏ผ her sister — the other girl from that dream? hm.
the box is set down on the table but not unpacked for the moment — it contains nothing of use for this. instead, he sets about making tea with the sort of practiced ease of one long accustomed to such a thing. as he works — ๏ผ
๏ผ he pours her a cup and then himself — the pleasant familiarity of ritual is always a welcome thing to him — and then he sits down opposite her at the table. that there is something off about this world, or at the very least this town is unmistakable, but even silence tells a story. ๏ผ
It paints a picture, neveretheless. Have you noticed the townsfolks' tendency to repeat themselves?
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๏ผ gosh, yelena.
he removes his shoes, because some things never change, and then reaches to take the box from her. he then carries it through to the main sitting room of the house. ๏ผ
Come. I will make tea. What have you learned so far?
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["Almost" as good. Because will anyone ever be as good at Natasha from Yelena's perspective? Probably not.
She shrugs a bit and the question and finds a place to sit while he makes tea.]
There is some talk of bandits I'm trying to follow up on.
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the box is set down on the table but not unpacked for the moment — it contains nothing of use for this. instead, he sets about making tea with the sort of practiced ease of one long accustomed to such a thing. as he works — ๏ผ
The Bouldersnakes? I've heard them mentioned.
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Yes, thatโs right. Have you heard anything specific? Or interesting?
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Only that the townsfolk seem scared of and unwilling to discuss them at any significant length.
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Yes, that is all Iโve gotten, too. Itโs frustrating.
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๏ผ he pours her a cup and then himself — the pleasant familiarity of ritual is always a welcome thing to him — and then he sits down opposite her at the table. that there is something off about this world, or at the very least this town is unmistakable, but even silence tells a story. ๏ผ
It paints a picture, neveretheless. Have you noticed the townsfolks' tendency to repeat themselves?