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Arrowyy brought forth two spectacles of questionable purpose, one apparently featuring a hole worthy of Blaedy’s immediate approval. She called it lit, which I took to mean there was fire and perhaps enthusiasm besides. Standards remain admirably flexible.
From there they designed hobbies: pipe-crafting, chosen herbs, and little flourishes a person performs simply because they can. Arrowyy would pay for such flourishes without hesitation. Blaedy asked which one would be nicest, as if the answer were not plainly leaning against a wall while smoke curls about one’s head and everyone else waits for something useful to happen.
I have seen men endure a full campaign with less commitment than they showed toward the prospect of looking occupied.
