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"Awwwww. That's cute. You're all so happy here!"

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"It's nice! I find cities kind of overwhelming, so I moved out here with just Anlon first and more of our friends accumulated over time."

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Nod. "That's very kind of you, to accept people in like that. Apparently stories about bandits and ruffians were false?"

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"Oh, I won't say there are none out here in the wilds, but we were lucky to start out and now we have two ravelers living here."

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"Two?" says Adarin, surprised. "Wow, that's - very lucky. Absurdly so. I've only met one other raveler, from home, and she was in her fifties. Were they also heading to Casasha?"

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"No, no. Jony I met in Antaurb when I was doing a bit of shopping, and was having an argument with her boyfriend at the time and decided to come stay with us to cool off - never left. And Kesaven was leaving Casasha for nowhere in particular and stopped to help us out with expanding the house in exchange for some of Jony's delicious berries -" Jony beams with pride. "And kept coming up with excuses to stay. Hasn't run out yet!"

"And we're not all ravelers," puts in Tima. "Chelasi and Anlon aren't. I'm not. Dayree and Quel and Netse aren't."
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"Yeah, Rin," teases Zeviana. "The world doesn't revolve around magic!"

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"Never would have guessed."

He is being sarcastic.
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Jony giggles.

"What's in Casasha?" asks Anlon.
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"They're better about jobs for ravelers than Antaurb, and I am unemployed." He winces. "And we both wanted to move."

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"Oh, I know, I got terrible rates," Jony says. "They always wanted to pay me for time, no attention to how tired raveling makes you. Now I just let Anlon or Quel carry off a wagonload of this or that and bring back whatever the household needs and I never have to fuss about the business end."

"Kesaven still takes jobs in either country, sometimes," Tima muses. "But only one at a time and only just after snowmelt when the plants are too young to sell."

Chelasi's barely smiling. "What kind of work were you thinking you'd pick up exactly? You look so young to be worrying about it, anyway."
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"Probably something involving protection - bodyguard's the obvious choice. I like people being safe."

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"Oh, that's admirable," purrs Chelasi. "But nothing specific lined up?"

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He laughs a little, looking embarrassed. "Thank you. But uh - no, nothing specific."

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"Casasha's farther away than Antaurb is, from here," says Tima. "And Antaurb's not close. You must've had a long trip."

"Kesaven made plenty of room when he put in the expansion," adds Chelasi. "You could stay over for a few days or so and rest up and tell us about what's new in the country."
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"It was annoyingly long. With lots of sleeping on the ground," agrees Zeviana. "Adarin, if you turn down the offer of a free bed with nice people, I will swat you."

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Adarin laughs a bit. "Well with that threat hanging over my head... Sure. It'd be nice to sleep in a bed, and have such lovely tea. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, anyway, I don't want to bother any of you."

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"Oh, no trouble," Anlon says.

"I do food as well as tea!" beams Jony.

"Well, she grows it. The rest of us do the cooking," says Tima, flopping her head on Jony's shoulder with an affectionate wink.
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"I volunteer Adarin to cook. Adarin, you get to cook if they don't want to."

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Adarin snorts.

"If you'd like me to, I can, I like returning hospitality."
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"I don't know, are you any good?" giggles Tima.

"There's not really a formal chore rotation," says Chelasi. "Everything gets done. It's not a company, it's a household."
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"He's quite good at it, that's why I volunteered him."

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"Oh, well, if he's good he should totally show off," laughs Jony.

"What sort of things do you cook?" asks Tima.
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"Do you want me to tell you," teases Adarin, "or would you rather I showed you?"

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"Ooh, go ahead and show us," Tima says.

"I'll go tell everyone dinner's on the way. There's eight of us here," Chelasi says.

She gets up and turns away, making a subtle scissor motion with each hand.
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