[ The naturalist assessment prompts a rare smile, brow furrowed. Jemma'd kindly say yes, sort of, then (also) kindly elaborate on the history of her field and the things it does and doesn't inherit from natural history. Fitz says nothing, just keeps the quiet amusement for himself. ]
Yeah. It is rather pleasant. [ A hint of sarcasm, disgustingly fond. The nostalgia feels like quicksand. His pivot away's subtle, though; easy when his curiosity's genuine. He's abandoned any semblance of proper posture, sunk lazily against the back of his chair, arms crossed. ]
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Yeah. It is rather pleasant. [ A hint of sarcasm, disgustingly fond. The nostalgia feels like quicksand. His pivot away's subtle, though; easy when his curiosity's genuine. He's abandoned any semblance of proper posture, sunk lazily against the back of his chair, arms crossed. ]
Sent. Have they got any choice?