This she is perfectly sunny about, though from here she falls into non-committal hums and hmms in reply to any further attempts at conversation so she might dash through what remains of the copy work. When at last she is finished, it takes a few additional moments for Fitcher to work through the business of carefully cleaning her pen nibs as the sand sprinkled over the fresh pages does its work. When at last the work has been collected and folded away, the original rewound and restored to its appropriate filing location, they have almost certainly missed the most conveniently timed ferry.
"A short dinner perhaps," she decrees while hurriedly sweeping her mottled blue cloak about her shoulders. "Or better—something had wherever they're playing. The Marches may not have mastered much, but even I will admit that they know a thing or two about a hand pie."
"A fine idea. We can pick something up along the way."
Seeing her stirring at last, Barrow hefts himself up out of the chair and stretches gently, a few unpleasant cracks and pops accompanying the gesture. He'll never be the same as he was.
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This she is perfectly sunny about, though from here she falls into non-committal hums and hmms in reply to any further attempts at conversation so she might dash through what remains of the copy work. When at last she is finished, it takes a few additional moments for Fitcher to work through the business of carefully cleaning her pen nibs as the sand sprinkled over the fresh pages does its work. When at last the work has been collected and folded away, the original rewound and restored to its appropriate filing location, they have almost certainly missed the most conveniently timed ferry.
"A short dinner perhaps," she decrees while hurriedly sweeping her mottled blue cloak about her shoulders. "Or better—something had wherever they're playing. The Marches may not have mastered much, but even I will admit that they know a thing or two about a hand pie."
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Seeing her stirring at last, Barrow hefts himself up out of the chair and stretches gently, a few unpleasant cracks and pops accompanying the gesture. He'll never be the same as he was.
"Shall we?" He extends his arm.