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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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[avere]

Not in Aria. I'm actually one of the least interesting people there.

In Medford, until the day I died, I was, yes. A dark skinned prostitute business owner. You don't see those every day.

[devoutish]

People like us are dull as dishwater in places like this, aren't we. No magic, no powers--

[avere]

[ She laughs. ] We are, aren't we? Can I tell you something? I sort of prefer it that way.

[devoutish]

[He leans in conspiratorially .]

So do I.

[avere]

[ Another laugh, and she nudges Alfie, playfully. ]

It's been very good to talk to you in person, Alfie.

[devoutish]

[He leans in and gives her a peck on the cheek.]

So it has, Gwen.

[avere]

[ Aw, Alfie. She brings a hand up to her cheek, fingers brushing the spot he kissed. She's practically glowing with how happy she looks. ]

We still haven't seen Royce. Maybe we really should go looking for him.

[devoutish]

I worry we'd wander right past each other. I think you had the right idea. Best to stay put.

[avere]

Mm. [ She settles against his side, then. She can't exactly feel it, so much, considering they're in VR, but. ]

Well, all right, then. Yeah. [ She says, in the worst possible approximation of his accent. She's not good at this like Royce is. ]

[devoutish]

[That's a little surprising, but he lets her, carefully resting a hand on her arm.]

That was an embarrassing effort.

[Which he, of course, says in her accent - not that he's any better at hers than she is at his.]

[avere]

[ That has her giggling, which is very undignified. She covers her mouth to stifle them. ]

Alfie - you have no room to talk!

[devoutish]

I can do Royce's better.

[Somewhat better. Still not nearly as well as Royce does his.]

[avere]

I want to hear it. Come on.

[devoutish]

What would you like me to say?

[avere]

"My name is Royce and I'm very tough."

[devoutish]

[In a passable, but not perfect, Royce accent:]

My name is Royce, and I'm very tough. I can throw a knife at you, with my mouth, while climbing a tree, and hit you dead in the heart.

[avere]

[ She claps, laughing again. ]

Oh, please tell me you speak to him in his accent, sometimes. That's wonderful.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I bully him with it. He pretends not to be pleased.