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Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.
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"Great!"
He hugs her. He clearly identifies which things are to be brought to the dining room. He shows her the dining room (it's not far). He hugs her again.
He hugs her. He clearly identifies which things are to be brought to the dining room. He shows her the dining room (it's not far). He hugs her again.
salt_of_the
Hugs!
And his neck is right there and needs a little nibble. Okay, now she'll let him go tell people.
And his neck is right there and needs a little nibble. Okay, now she'll let him go tell people.
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...Loel giggles happily.
"You're great and I like you," he informs her. "See you in a bit!"
And he's off to collect diners.
"You're great and I like you," he informs her. "See you in a bit!"
And he's off to collect diners.
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Loel arrives in the sitting room.
"I kind of accidentally got fancy," he says. "Food's in the dining room. Or it will be when we get there. I hope you all like trout."
"I kind of accidentally got fancy," he says. "Food's in the dining room. Or it will be when we get there. I hope you all like trout."
liakoura
"Do you just keep half a dozen people's worth of trout around, or did you literally go catch a bunch of fish just now?"
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"Nah. I kill 'em in the water with a creepy coru trick and then scoop 'em out with a little net," he says cheerfully.
calescent
"If I were going to go fishing for my lunch I'd probably cook them before I even took them out of the river," snorts Kiri.
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"Mm, but you would have a harder time finding out where they were to do it in the first place," he says, grinning and going over to give her a hug.
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Snughug!
(An idle recollection of a similar but crucially different hug with Patience crosses his mind. Mm, hugs. Loel is so fond of hugs. They're so... hugs.)
(An idle recollection of a similar but crucially different hug with Patience crosses his mind. Mm, hugs. Loel is so fond of hugs. They're so... hugs.)
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Loel giggles, too, more or less as a result of pure giggle contagion.
Okay. To the dining room!
Okay. To the dining room!
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