[Then again, the idea of trouble was a grim, if cheerful idea. But hey, he's coming along. And she's not even trying to kick him in the face or anything!
But she's distracted, even as he starts...thumping wood with his sword pommel. This may just work.]
What sort of sweet rewards?
[You're not talking about sweets, are you Gaius. She really isn't in the mood to try strawkiwis or something. She's trying not to flinch when the wood goes through or scrapes at her foot since...well, she can easily see that smashing into the small bones of her feet. Yes, she's rather morbid.]
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[Then again, the idea of trouble was a grim, if cheerful idea. But hey, he's coming along. And she's not even trying to kick him in the face or anything!
But she's distracted, even as he starts...thumping wood with his sword pommel. This may just work.]
What sort of sweet rewards?
[You're not talking about sweets, are you Gaius. She really isn't in the mood to try strawkiwis or something. She's trying not to flinch when the wood goes through or scrapes at her foot since...well, she can easily see that smashing into the small bones of her feet. Yes, she's rather morbid.]