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"Wow," he said, somewhat impressed. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it? It looks like you don't really need me for anything." He stood up, stretching his legs.
"Wow," he said, somewhat impressed. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it? It looks like you don't really need me for anything." He stood up, stretching his legs.
“Wait! Tell me one thing. Have you ever been to the Faerie Realm?”
He stops, straightening and squinting a bit. "I… might have. I think I made a deal with a Faerie once, but it didn't go down too well. It was thousands of years ago though, so I can't remember clearly."
“Did they have blue skin and a scar disfiguring their face?” Lavender’s voice trembled.
"Blue skin, but no scar," he said. "At least, not that I can remember."
“How many years ago was this?!”
Asura rubbed his temples. "Oh gosh… like, fifteen hundred? I don't know, it was a while ago."
“What was his name?!”
*her
"I don't know, calm down," he said, glaring at her. "I've got 53 billion years of information crammed in my brain, it gets hard to recall things."
Lavender’s chest heaved. “I’m sorry. Just—- did she have one completely black eye? You couldn’t have forgotten that, it’s the kind of thing that would haunt you forever.”
"I've seen things that are a lot worse, that's definitely not something that would haunt me. But yeah I think she might've."
Lavender buried her face in her hands. “Strudel, concerned, kicked her cheek. “Was she Seelie or Unseelie?” Her voice quivered.
"I have no idea."
“Okay.”, was all Lavender said, avoiding eye-contact.
"Why are you asking?" he said softly.
“No reason.” She whispered, still not looking him in the eye.
"No, tell me. It's obviously important," he said, taking a small step forward and looking down at her.
"It's nothing." Lavender pressed her lips together, fists clenched.
He sighed, not wanting to push her too far, which was a bit uncharacteristic of him. However, he knew he needed to get along with everybody who was trapped here. "Okay, well… do you want a coffee? To help clear your head?"
Lavender shrugged. "Sure." She still wasn't looking him in the eye.
He frowned, then led her off the the cafe area where Ro was. "Hey, can we get two coffees?"
Ro grinned. "Make em yourself."
"I don't know how," he complained.
"When you enter this kitchen, you know practically every recipe ever."
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