[ Despite herself, she can't help but laugh at the message she receives from him. His humor is droll, dry, and while it is indeed at her expense, there's something about it that makes her smile.
Perhaps it's just that she's tired of everyone else thinking that she can't possibly do anything wrong. Isn't she just as fallible as any other?
The next message she sends can only confirm that. ]
My room at the Pendants has a reasonably large dining table. I can fetch some wine and snacks from the Mean.
Is there anything to which you are particularly partial?
[ Is she playing the fool? Surely nothing about this can be wise, and yet here she is, proposing it as readily as she would any other misbegotten adventure. ]
are there any foods their azem would have liked that world's most pathetic man could bring
[ As it is, he can create anything he wants, anyway, and he doubts very much that wine from here with its oversaturation of Light would taste like anything other than ash in his mouth, but at least he has the presence of mind not to say it. ]
In a bell, then?
Tell me, what do you intend to tell your friends? Or do you not intend to tell them? Our little secret.
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Perhaps it's just that she's tired of everyone else thinking that she can't possibly do anything wrong. Isn't she just as fallible as any other?
The next message she sends can only confirm that. ]
My room at the Pendants has a reasonably large dining table. I can fetch some wine and snacks from the Mean.
Is there anything to which you are particularly partial?
[ Is she playing the fool? Surely nothing about this can be wise, and yet here she is, proposing it as readily as she would any other misbegotten adventure. ]
are there any foods their azem would have liked that world's most pathetic man could bring
[ As it is, he can create anything he wants, anyway, and he doubts very much that wine from here with its oversaturation of Light would taste like anything other than ash in his mouth, but at least he has the presence of mind not to say it. ]
In a bell, then?
Tell me, what do you intend to tell your friends? Or do you not intend to tell them? Our little secret.