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[synanthrope]

What's that song?

That and rings that clash with everything. Seeing home wasn't really enough to keep trying them on was it?

What did you see?

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What's what song?

[defies_reason]

Is that what those were about?

[synanthrope]

The one with geese and swans and golden rings?

[synanthrope]

Yes. Didn't you wear one?

[defies_reason]

No. They weren't quite my style.

[synanthrope]

Are any rings your style?

[defies_reason]

Not the sort one picks up off the ground, generally.

[synanthrope]

Should I keep that in mind for Christmas?

[unflagging]

Does it involve drowned miller's daughters?

[synanthrope]

No, but that one does sound far more interesting.

Do I know you?

[unflagging]

She gets turned into a harp at the end. Spoiler alert. Except in the versions where she gets turned into a flute.

No, I don't think so. I don't think I know you either.

[synanthrope]

How undignified.

Saya Wallace.

[unflagging]

The music is nice, though. And she outs her murderer.

Rory Fletcher. It's good to meet you.

[synanthrope]

Let me guess, the harp is strung with her hair, or something equally symbolic.

[unflagging]

You catch on quick.

[synanthrope]

I recognize patterns where they lie.

[defies_reason]

We hardly know one another well enough to be buying rings, Ms. Wallace.

[unflagging]

Yeah, archetypes are great like that, aren't they?

[synanthrope]

I always buy jewelry for people.

Although hardly the kind that comes with sentiment.

[synanthrope]

They're certainly predictable.

[unflagging]

No love for the classics, huh?

[defies_reason]

Of course not.

[synanthrope]

No patience.

[synanthrope]

Should I?

[defies_reason]

An abundance of sentiment doesn't strike me as your style.