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In the morning, Sylvi's up first, having suffered no worse in her second chunk of sleep than eighteen-year-old Lu tripping and skinning her knee because the pet zebra she usually rode was getting reshod and she had to walk to the theater to meet her friends. Charp sets about making breakfast as soon as she stirs. It puts a kettle on to boil for Avedan's tea and fixes eggs and toast with jam for Sylvi. She reads more of her notes while the food cooks, and Charp delivers to her at her desk. It's all just how she likes it.
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if_at_first
"That's all I meant by pattern, I wasn't hitting on you unless you want me to be hitting on you."
do_over
"Oooo," he says, brightly, leaping on the distraction like a starving man on delicious eggs and toast. Also, he's a bit hungry. So.
"Thank you, Charp."
"Thank you, Charp."
do_over
Mmm, eggs and toast.
"Do you, er," he says awkwardly, "Have any other questions for me?"
"Do you, er," he says awkwardly, "Have any other questions for me?"
if_at_first
"...Nothing that's floating to the top of all the very general wondering about who this person I have apparently married three times actually is, but you could give me your biography and I would listen with interest?"
if_at_first
"Niaham for me. Seven years creche, then got a teacher and lived with him and his other apprentices and his wife."
if_at_first
"I picked up some woodcarving for my support craft, and I can program automata too, but yeah, mostly shines."
if_at_first
"My teacher didn't have a lot of cash lying around, is why shines - save on materials while we're short on fine motor control - and I stuck with 'em."
do_over
"Ah, that makes sense. I had the mental visual of little apprentices, chasing after dots of light and it is incredibly adorable."
if_at_first
"I grant you that. Anyway, I can puppet big flocks of them for displays, I picked up pocket money doing a lightshow for a few years, but I think there's a lot to be done in using them as cheaper-than-golems, more-finely-controllable-than-pets servants that can still sense their environments more than not at all."
do_over
"Yeah. Perfectly understandable. No pressure, I will not make faces at you if you don't manage something momentous within the next week."
if_at_first
"Aieee! I read fast but I have three lifetimes of obsessive notebooking to peruse!"
if_at_first
"Man, I end up with the taskmaster reincarnation." She sticks out her tongue.