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[adamantlyardent]

Very well.
In what experiences I've had thus far, dogs are noisy, smelly, prone to drooling/making messes on one's belongings and clothes, have unpredictable dispositions and are, by law, mandated to be on a leash, which told me more than enough already before any direct encounter.

[swordsense]

Don't people also drool, make messes, make noise, and act unpredictably too?

All that's missing is the leash.

[adamantlyardent]

I shudder to think of what sort of people you spend enough time around to witness all of that at once.
Public transit?

[swordsense]

Yeah. Buses are vile cesspools.

Also, Playplaces at McDonalds. Those places are horrifying.

[adamantlyardent]

Your mistake was drawing near such a place at all; the stench alone is enough to keep me far from it.

[swordsense]

I didn't know any better at first.

They don't smell worse than the Fright Zone, either.

[adamantlyardent]

I would hope not. Something that outwardly telegraphs its ambiance the way "Fright Zone" does has quite the standard to set, in my opinion.

[swordsense]

You have no idea. It's probably best we don't talk about it. Think the opposite of Bright Moon. And ratchet the bad up a few degrees.

Anyway. i'm glad you aren't upset.

do you still sparkle?

[adamantlyardent]

No, actually. The effect took some hours, but eventually faded itself away.

[swordsense]

Oh good. I was worried about that. but I think I got a handle on it now. It only happens when I point at people. Or make a fingergun.

[adamantlyardent]

Having it so gesture-specific might be a boon; you could've been doomed to have glittered everything you saw or touched.

[swordsense]

I think there's a story about that. King Midas?

[adamantlyardent]

Yes. And that would be gold, not glitter -- a far more dire consequence. If I recall, he accidentally turned his daughters to gold. Among other things.

[swordsense]

right, yes. thankfully I didn't turn you into gold that would have been bad.

[adamantlyardent]

I agree.
Thank you for your concern. It came as a surprise, but I do appreciate it.

[swordsense]

What kind of friend would I be if I didn't show I care?

[adamantlyardent]

I don't rightly know.

[swordsense]

That was rhetorical.

Terrible. That's what I'd be.

[adamantlyardent]

[Cece takes a moment to stare at the nonexistent camera in her room like she's in the office.

look at that, circular remarks. sometimes life really does feel scripted...]

As you say.
Good work on not being a terrible friend, then.

[swordsense]

Well, then as a not terrible friend...

Let me take you out for tea.

[adamantlyardent]

[LONG DELAY OF DELIBERATION AND DOUBT.]

Very well.

[swordsense]

Wonderful.

What is your favorite kind of tea?

[adamantlyardent]

It would very much depend on the time of day and the weather, wouldn't it? Not all teas are suitable for all times.

[swordsense]

Yes that's right, I suppose.

So we should pick a tea for a slightly balmy afternoon, in late summer. Do you have a personal favorite? I know I prefer lighter ones when it's warm.

[This is something she's weirdly picked up on in Bright Moon. Princesses, as it turns out, are more tea snobs than soldiers.]

[adamantlyardent]

There are places that serve fruit teas on ice, I've discovered.