At the base of a mountain, someone puts a letter and a small paper wrapped parcel into a mailbox.
"I'm not sure you can get me the thing I want," she says, with slightly different emphasis from last time.
"Well, what do you want? If you're willing to say."
...she shakes her head.
"I understand. No pressure."
She gives him her puzzled/considering look again.
That's not an expression he knows how to respond to. An archdevil, sure. A dragon, easy. An all powerful sorcerer with a mountain rigged to explode, not a problem. A slightly cryptic assessing look? No bloody idea, what do.
... He smiles?
She giggles again.
He ducks his head, embarrassed.
"I have not yet outgrown the dorky smile of some bumpkin kid from Hilltop." He smiles a little. "Maybe one day," he adds, in a tone that says 'But probably not.'
"It's a good smile."
"Thank you, I do my best."
"Have you found out what you wanted to know?"
He considers. "Yeah, close enough. Thanks. Do you want me to leave you a way to contact me?"
She shakes her head.
"All right. Uh. Want any - I don't know, books, cards, puzzles, or - something?"
"Okay. Do you want me to come by again later for conversation? I uh. Can't imagine you have many people to talk to."
"I don't know."
"All right. I guess I'll be back if I get the chance, then."