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[vesperian]

--I didn't think people were telling the truth. She'd been here about as long as I have. [A dry, humorless laugh.]

Well, I kept my promise. Now what? Some of us never had a dad around to haunt us later.

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[negativegate]

What? Don't tell me she's really...

[vesperian]

For now, anyway. Who knows, maybe she'll come back?

[negativegate]

She'd better! I mean--the curses are a pain, but it's better than being dead!

[vesperian]

[He doesn't even want to think about that.]

You miss her already?

[negativegate]

Don't you?

[She figures he must if he's talking about it. But she doesn't really want to think about it, either.]

[vesperian]

She wouldn't want me to.

[A beat.]

But I do - more than I can say.

[negativegate]

That much?

[vesperian]

Is that weird?

[negativegate]

Of course not. I just didn't know how close you two were.

[vesperian]

Not as close as you and I are, Rita.

[He tries to stray from the seriousness of the topic with some casual flirting.]

[negativegate]

Hmph! Yeah, right!

[Huff, derailing the topic by making her blush!]

Why don't you make yourself useful and go shopping?

[vesperian]

[He laughs.]

Sure. What do we need?

[negativegate]

Building supplies.

[She has a list! Written in her usual chickenscratch and including everything from stones, tiles, and pipes to a few magical supplies.]

Think you can handle all of that?

[vesperian]

...and what are you building, exactly?

[negativegate]

Our own artificial hot spring.

Genius, isn't it?

[vesperian]

Huh, I could get behind that.

You never disappoint.

[negativegate]

You know it. Tyr and I drew up the plans after that hot spring curse.