whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren’s embarrassed flush morphed into a guilty expression. ”Yeah, we uh, had a lot of that too.” Looking away from Amalia, he took a sip of his wine. ”So you met Apricum?’ Although his tone was a little awkward, he was getting better.Smiling at her bread joke (though it failed to reach his eyes), he watched her bustle about the kitchen. ”Anything and everything, I guess? So a general school.” Sighing, he ran a nervous hand through his hair. ”I was...well. I just thought, we have all this information that we’ve learned and collected, about Caido, about skills and subjects from this world and others, and no one was really spreading it around?” He let out a huff of laughter. ”It sounds silly when I say it like that.”
As the baker recounted her own schooling, he fell silent. When she finished, he let out another sigh. ”That sounds wonderful.” However, he looked down. ”And like maybe I should’ve asked before building something.” Still, it was too late now. Taking a larger gulp, he looked at Amalia, but couldn’t quite meet her eyes. "So your mother and grandmother were teachers?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
