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Chuckling at Maea's suggestion, Amun eagerly grinned in agreement. "I suppose that just leaves Leafchange. We'll have to find some excuse to celebrate then." Grinning, he waggled his eyebrows. "Or just celebrate without an excuse."
A solemn expression on his face, he nodded sagely. "Yes. And you've been a constant disappointment since." The words were as serious as his feature, but he couldn't maintain it for long before he smirked.
Reaching out, he carefully lifted the pot, gripping it firmly, but in a way so as not to disturb the careful designs she'd painted on it. Moving to the kiln, he slid it in there. "It'll take a bit to bake. You can wait here, or, since you're apparently planning to stash the gift here, come back when you have the alcohol." He turned to her, waiting for her response.
A solemn expression on his face, he nodded sagely. "Yes. And you've been a constant disappointment since." The words were as serious as his feature, but he couldn't maintain it for long before he smirked.
Reaching out, he carefully lifted the pot, gripping it firmly, but in a way so as not to disturb the careful designs she'd painted on it. Moving to the kiln, he slid it in there. "It'll take a bit to bake. You can wait here, or, since you're apparently planning to stash the gift here, come back when you have the alcohol." He turned to her, waiting for her response.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
