Very diligent of you, Ms. Poppell, [ with a proper affectation, if only halfway across the Atlantic in accent rather than full mimicry.
He raps the table with his fingers, then gestures to Ellis, voice clipping back to normal. ]
Any other personal questions we should cover off before we go carousing? Real question. I don't want anything getting gossiped back to HQ because your itch wasn't scratched.
[Sensing their inevitable relocation and having no questions of her own, - except perhaps when Tony would like to sit down and diagram the internal workings of the mechnism; and if it is heart-adjacent, how difficult will be to conduct a more thorough mechanical study, and has he studied which runes specifically the item is inscribed with, and did he arrive with it, and was it a product of his dream and the Fade or was there some version of the Fade-iation device (ugh; she will put that word out of her mind, lest thinking of it too frequently give it any credibility) which existed in the place he came from, and if it is the latter then how is it different, and—
In any case, Wysteria promptly downs the rest of her chicory tea, sets the cup aside and immediately forgets its presence entirely as she rises to gather her cloak from its hook. Dirty dishes are a problem for some other hour, and it might be better to first put her questions in writing and submit them all at once to be certain she has covered everything.]
[ Ellis almost asks where they're going, but thinks better of it. Wysteria's putting her cloak on, Tony's committed; is Ellis really going to pick this moment to put his foot down? ]
No, I think that's everything.
[ Yes, surely there is nothing else that should be discussed about their personal lives.
However, when Ellis stands he begins clearing the table. The ghost does nothing but throw things, so it falls to him to ferry the cups and dishes to the sink as efficiently as he can. ]
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He raps the table with his fingers, then gestures to Ellis, voice clipping back to normal. ]
Any other personal questions we should cover off before we go carousing? Real question. I don't want anything getting gossiped back to HQ because your itch wasn't scratched.
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In any case, Wysteria promptly downs the rest of her chicory tea, sets the cup aside and immediately forgets its presence entirely as she rises to gather her cloak from its hook. Dirty dishes are a problem for some other hour, and it might be better to first put her questions in writing and submit them all at once to be certain she has covered everything.]
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No, I think that's everything.
[ Yes, surely there is nothing else that should be discussed about their personal lives.
However, when Ellis stands he begins clearing the table. The ghost does nothing but throw things, so it falls to him to ferry the cups and dishes to the sink as efficiently as he can. ]
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[ And Tony puts way too much of one of his cinnamon twists in his mouth, then gestures kind of helplessly. He's eating, what're you gonna do.
He swings his coat back around his shoulders and grabs the second twist. They're really good. ]