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Who: Apartment L, visiting Sparkles, visitors
When: Day 34, late afternoon/early evening
Where: Apartment L
What:

[There is a distinctly non Poe-like tapping upon an apartment door. There will be no cawing, only delicious drinks.]

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[The voice IS familiar... the silly address and cheer in it even moreso.]

Ptou? I wonder, do you know how good your timing is?

[Being let in~ A young girl following him in.]

Aren't some questions more fun without an answer?

Shall we simply enjoy the mystery then?

Who could ask for a better time to do so? If you have cups, I have stories. You have questions, and I can make up some wholly entertaining, if not entirely fictitious answers.

My~ I wonder what sort of questions I should begin with?

Why not let your heart decide?

The most obvious to start, then. How have you been faring here?

[He settles, cross legged on the floor.] It has been a dreadfully long week. But I cannot say that the lows have been without impressive highs. I'm settling as it were, learning more than I could have imagined.

Yourself?

[Settles down across from him, toying with the glass water droplet on her necklace]

Do you know how grateful I've been for the powers a priest is granted? It would be wonderful if they weren't needed so much, wouldn't it? But it's a good feeling when you're able to help.

And even better, I've been able to finally enjoy the sun on my face.

That is the best part, isn't it? Have you seen the windows?

Who hasn't seen them by now?

I hadn't until just today. Unimaginable, isn't it?

Didn't they only appear today? It's impressive how quickly they were installed, isn't it?

Again, long week. [He waves a hand dismissively.] Ah, but what a sight.

Indeed... At the least, our hosts seem to be pressing effort into this as well.

Yes . . . and don't their requests of us seem reasonable? It's refreshing.

I would quite dearly like to see it work like this, wouldn't you?

Very much so. Everyone deserves it, don't they?

[He scoops up a cup, pours a healthy portion of wine into it and passes it towards her.]

I think, if not deserve, then may find a home.

[takes it and sips cautiously]

A home? Yes . . . It seems like we've got a good first step on it.

[It's sweet without being overwhelming, the taste of fruits natural... and the burn of alcohol slow to follow.]

I mind the thought less and less, to be honest.

[Even with the slow burn, she still coughs a little bit. It's not enough to stop her continuing to nurse the drink though]

You minded it? I thought you'd been excited as I was.

I was. Honestly? I still am.

Feelings are a mixed, mushy amorphous thing though.

They truly are . . . Do you know even I'm a little troubled at times? It's strange to be so weakened, isn't it?