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“Will I see you again once we get back your hearthstone?” she asked, looking up at him. “Probably not, right?”
“Colored ribbons?” he asked, leaning his head back.
Her fingers curled a little as she considered this. “Z?”
“What about elves?” he asked, looking over at her. “What do you do?”
She didn't seem to notice, her arm slipping around his again. "You don't know that."
He shrugged a little, sitting on the bed again. "It really depends on the situation."
He considered this, his playful grin dropping as he squinted. "Humans go on dates, and they flirt. Most of their way of demonstrating interest...
She looked up at him before nudging her head against his shoulder gently. "It'll be a troll village."
"Am I?" he teased smoothly. "You seem interested."
She noticed his movement and her head turned to look up at him. "Are you okay?" she asked gently.
"Dungeon chic is what you're into? Calliope, I am aghast."
"It would look cool!" she said easily. "Don't you think?"
"Can't keep your eyes off, huh?" he teased playfully.
"Big," she said decisively. "And curved. You know, like ram horns?"
He laughed a little, leaning in. "Don't worry. I'm okay. Look at me!"
She looked up at it thoughtfully before looking straight ahead, her ears perking up in a friendly movement. "I wish I had horns," she said again.
He looked up at her, frowning. "I'm sorry."
She seemed intrigued, but didn't try to touch them again, instead just looking at them. "What are they made of?"
“I wish I knew what they did,” he mused.
“Are they sensitive?” she asked, tilting her head. “My ears hurt when it gets too cold out.”
