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My lord? Your request is finished. I can bring it back to the house with me if you like, or you could come examine it yourself.

To those who requested that items be made, I apologize for the delays- my first order took much longer than I thought it would. I'll begin as soon as possible.

My offer to take commissions is of course still open.

....

Does anyone have answers in regards to the mass disappearance throughout the village? It seems like most people have returned, but that doesn't help us deal with the situation.

[There's another awkward pause, because he feels bad about being so useless since the whole mess happened, but...]

...Katie? Are you feeling any better?

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Neither can I. [Yay, ice cream! She sits up in bed and takes that bowl, and looks rather happy when she sees Edward has a bowl of his own.] Did you get your delivery done?

I did- it was here, actually. Lord Sigmund asked me to make him a new suit of armor.

Really? What kind of armour? Is it fancy?

It resembles the armor he currently uses, only lighter and easier to use on a daily basis. With fewer enemies here, it's only natural.

[That is a very unsure look she's giving him. Those enemies just killed him a couple of weeks ago, after all. But Edward would know better, wouldn't he? Biting her lip.]

How many enemies does he have?

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[...W-well. That's a difficult thing to talk about, but he doesn't like lying to kids.]

...On our world, there are too many to number. Leonid has an entire army who would kill him on sight.

That doesn't sound very nice. [Her eyes flick past him for a moment, before they fasten greedily on the ice cream. Mmm, ice cream.] What does Leonid look like?

[Well no, it's not very nice, but what can you do? And why does she keep doing that? Edward tries to subtly glance over his shoulder, but there's obviously nothing there. Weird.

....And there's no way he's answering that.]

It's not your concern, Katie.

[Is too her concern, you ...adult, you. But she's too tired to do more than look rather pouty for a moment before she gives a small shrug and tucks into her ice cream.]

Did Sigmund like his armour, then?

[Just because you can read into his deep dark secret doesn't mean you can order him around, you... child, you 8| He nods, though, ignoring the pout.]

He was pleased with it, and I think it suits him well. [...Very well.]

[She'll have you know she's 300 years old, young man. Honest truth.]

Does it take very long to make it?

[....W-well, she still looks young so 8|]

That depends on the armor, usually.

[She's apparently old enough that Guy served her Guinness. Had nothing to do with teaching her a lesson, we swear.]

Well, how long did it take you to make Sigmund's?

[Curious child is curious.]

[Ah! That naughty bastard.]

A few weeks, but there was a lot happening during that time. [Sigmund dying is a terrible incentive for working on a present for him.]

Mmm. Is it always so busy in Luceti? [Sheee's not going to touch on Sigmund's death with a ten foot pole.]

[That's good, because Ed would probably implode if he had to think about that one more time.]

Not always. Often the village is so quiet it's boring. [He prefers that sometimes, all things considered.]

Really? That doesn't sound like it's any fun. Though I suppose it would be difficult to get things done if trees fell out of the sky every day.

Most likely why they do not. It's difficult - nearly impossible - to live a normal life when one is constantly accosted by terror.

But interesting things don't always have to be terrifying, do they? We could wake up tomorrow and find out the forest had turned into peppermint sticks.

[...that sounds delicious. Eating more ice cream now. And around a mouthful, adding:] Are you going to eat that?

...I... suppose that's true. [Peppermint sticks, though? WTF, Katie, really.

...And Ed gives her a vaguely annoyed look at that. No stealing the ice cream 8| It's unhealthy for kids to eat too much sugar.] I am eating it.

[What's wrong with peppermint sticks? Better than plagues and floods and giant squids. And she wouldn't dream of stealing his ice cream. |D Well ...maybe a little. But important question.]

Do you like it?

[Peppermint sticks sound too much like peppers. Which are caustic and evil. ...Ice cream is tasty, though.]

I do. It was a fine suggestion.

[Peppers are horrible, this is true. They make her sneeze.]

I have lots of fine suggestions. [She looks pleased, though.] Colours are good for you.

[Good for him, eh? He'll have to remember that. Although-]

Only if it isn't green.

What's wrong with green?

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