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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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[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?

Green is the colour of peppers and broccoli. It's a deceptive shade.

[...Edward, you are her hero. Broccoli is horrid.] Well, yes. But that's just vegetable green. Leaf green can be very pretty. As long as you don't have to eat them.

[Anyone who likes them is a sorry excuse for a person.] ...Well. I suppose that would be acceptable.

Sea green and jelly green are very pretty, too. And ice cream green. [Oh, and speaking of which. She has an empty bowl.] Thank you for the ice cream.

[Why yes, she does. He takes it, tucking it under his own empty bowl.] You're welcome. Is there anything else you need?

[Hmm. Dare she push it? 8D Blinking solemnly.] What about a story?

A story? What kind of story?

You could tell me about Sigmund. [She might even be awake for most of it, too. But totally snuggling into bed with that narbear now.]

[.....Did she just. Really.

She did, didn't she.

SHE DID.]

C... certainly! [Are you joking, Katie, he'd be HAPPY to. More than happy. It's practically his job to advertise Sigmund's awesome.

And then he launches into a more enthusiastic and tl;dr tale of this. Also including Sigmund's daring white knight rescue of the damsel Edward himself.

...And with less Liberator death/raging. |Db]

[Listening faithfully. See, this is the stuff that knights are made of. |D And he's so enthusiastic about it, she'll stay awake all the way to the very end.

Though blinking very sleepily now. Hee.]

You've spent lots of time together haven't you? [Yaawn.]

[...As much as he'd like to be truthful, he can't exactly tell her how long it's really been. So after a moment, he nods. Don't think he doesn't see you yawning, too.] More than a year now. He's a very great man, indeed. I'm sure you'll see it for yourself.

[...quiet for a few seconds. Because she can see that echo, and she's still trying to work out its significance. But she'll just mostly vanish under that blanket now, speaking with muffled confidence.]

'course I will.

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