[Somewhere, Wysteria is giving her sending crystal a very narrow look indeed. It translates as a long beat of silence as she weighs the options before her. She could tell him to go spit into the wind, of course. The only reason he's asking after her is her Talent and she has no reason at all to work with such a boar of a person beyond what he calls some 'mutual interest'. But.
But.
But it's a strange thing, to suddenly have the silly thing you can do whatever you like somehow seen as valuable. Stranger still to have someone so dreadful ask after it specifically as if it is anything special at all.
She should tell him no, she decides. Go find someone else to meddle with, Byerly Rutyer.]
And ruin the suspense? The excitement? You wish me to simply, artlessly blurt everything over this dreadful little device? You do me wrong, Miss Poppell, by implying that I am so piss-poor a raconteur.
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But.
But it's a strange thing, to suddenly have the silly thing you can do whatever you like somehow seen as valuable. Stranger still to have someone so dreadful ask after it specifically as if it is anything special at all.
She should tell him no, she decides. Go find someone else to meddle with, Byerly Rutyer.]
All right. I suppose it sounds simple enough.
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Quite so. I even have a plan in place already.
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Pray tell.
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