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The book of love is long and boring
"...I'd need some kind of waterproof ink." Sam said out loud, considering the practicalities of this mission; there was also the question of whether anyone actually needed a map of the Underwater City: he was sure the Mer either already had them or didn't need them, and most humans couldn't get there....but all of that was just the usual sort of tangent his mind went on, and not worth saying to Vervain, so instead he went with: "Have you ever met a Mer? I haven't."
He held up the tea he had brought, dark leaves in a small mesh bag. "It's one of my favourites from the Grounds, something a little more bitter and herbal than the teas you get here in Torchline. I have a spare few bags, if you would like to trade...what do you have?" Privately, he hoped she might have something from the Greatwood, as he'd never tried their particular delicacies. "Oh, and how do you know Zeph?"
Vervain's answer about Remi and Ronin would have made him blush had he the blood for it, but it still caused Sam to look down to the floor with a shy laugh. "Oh, I see. I hope no one passes by the porch, then."
He held up the tea he had brought, dark leaves in a small mesh bag. "It's one of my favourites from the Grounds, something a little more bitter and herbal than the teas you get here in Torchline. I have a spare few bags, if you would like to trade...what do you have?" Privately, he hoped she might have something from the Greatwood, as he'd never tried their particular delicacies. "Oh, and how do you know Zeph?"
Vervain's answer about Remi and Ronin would have made him blush had he the blood for it, but it still caused Sam to look down to the floor with a shy laugh. "Oh, I see. I hope no one passes by the porch, then."
No one can lift the damn thing
