[ONE DAY LYNEY WILL EXPLAIN TO HER WHAT A FAMILY IS. . . . . . . . . . in human terms]
Is that so. . . do you have any of your own, back home?
[he asks that question to continue the conversation, but also, because he has found himself talking about his family with her quite often. he doesn't want to be the only one spilling details about his personal life!]
He asks it a little abruptly, enough so that she's taken off-guard; she blinks at him owlishly for a moment too long, and then turns her gaze back to the washing machine.]
Any... siblings, you mean?
[... Maybe that's easier than family. Maybe she can pretend she misunderstood.]
Nope, I don't have any! It's just me.
[A-NY-WAY.]
Wowww, look at your hat bounce around! It must be a really tough hat!
[he did mean siblings, yes! and if she had just said no without the strange pause, owlish blinking, and sudden change in subject, he would have just let it go. but because she is very bad at not seeming suspicious. . .]
Ahah! It's the toughest hat that ever existed. It has to be, to be a proper magician's tool.
[he folds his arms, one finger tapping against his skin]
I won't pry, by the way.
[but he is saying that to let her know he can tell there is more to her answer that she isn't saying]
[the dryer buzzes, and Lyney reaches out to open the front door, retrieving his hat in the process. it's so warm! and clean! and still in perfect condition]
I understand. . . it must be strange, when others talk so naturally about something you know nothing about.
[and he truly didn't mean to make her feel like she was weird]
[That much, at least, is both chipper and seemingly sincere.]
I don't mind hearing about it at all. I think people are really interesting, especially from other places.
And I guess sometimes faeries... make it up? Kind of? Having family, I mean. Like the queen has a "daughter", sort of... but it's just something she decided one day.
[he doesn't move any slower as he twirls his hat again, tossing it to the next hand when he is done. and then he holds it out for Altria to take, one brow raised]
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She looks at him, agape.]
Really? Wowwww... he must be incredibly smart!
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[he speaks about his brother with the same sort of familial affection with which he spoke about Lynette, of course]
He's quiet and a bit introverted, but when Lynette broke the sink, he was able to fix the piping issues with no problem whatsoever.
[FREMINET, THE HOUSE OF THE HEARTH'S RESIDENT REPAIRMAN]
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... Amazing!
[... also, it's so cute:]
You always sound so proud of them when you talk about your... siblings!
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Of course I sound proud. It's because I am.
[he is being so sickeningly sincere. it's probably the only time he ever is]
Wouldn't anyone be proud of their family?
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Also that's... adorable, honestly.]
I guess so...! [what's a family--
no I joke.
But like, also, I'm mostly serious.]
It's really nice to hear about, to be honest... I like learning about your siblings.
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Is that so. . . do you have any of your own, back home?
[he asks that question to continue the conversation, but also, because he has found himself talking about his family with her quite often. he doesn't want to be the only one spilling details about his personal life!]
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He asks it a little abruptly, enough so that she's taken off-guard; she blinks at him owlishly for a moment too long, and then turns her gaze back to the washing machine.]
Any... siblings, you mean?
[... Maybe that's easier than family. Maybe she can pretend she misunderstood.]
Nope, I don't have any! It's just me.
[A-NY-WAY.]
Wowww, look at your hat bounce around! It must be a really tough hat!
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Ahah! It's the toughest hat that ever existed. It has to be, to be a proper magician's tool.
[he folds his arms, one finger tapping against his skin]
I won't pry, by the way.
[but he is saying that to let her know he can tell there is more to her answer that she isn't saying]
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Altria pauses for a moment, and then she laughs sheepishly, tone light but weak.]
Sorry... it's just that Faerie Britain is really, really different from most of the places everywhere here is from.
We don't really have things like siblings or families. So I'm not really sure how to respond...
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[the dryer buzzes, and Lyney reaches out to open the front door, retrieving his hat in the process. it's so warm! and clean! and still in perfect condition]
I understand. . . it must be strange, when others talk so naturally about something you know nothing about.
[and he truly didn't mean to make her feel like she was weird]
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[That much, at least, is both chipper and seemingly sincere.]
I don't mind hearing about it at all. I think people are really interesting, especially from other places.
And I guess sometimes faeries... make it up? Kind of? Having family, I mean. Like the queen has a "daughter", sort of... but it's just something she decided one day.
[... "had". Had a daughter.]
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[and as an orphan whose family is mostly adopted. . . something about Altria's words resonates with him]
Human families can be like that, too. For instance, my younger brother and I aren't related by blood.
We also decided one day that we were siblings, and that was that.
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... How nice, to feel that strongly without any ties connecting them but circumstance.]
I see! So that's how it is everywhere...!
[She peers at his top hat, curious, but trying not to get too in his space.]
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Indeed. A "family" can truly be what any individual makes of it.
So in that respect, your Faerie Britain-- [is that what she had called it?] -- isn't that odd.
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Right, right, I see!
[She takes the hat, puts it on her head, and beams.]
Oh...! It's warm!
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That must be how the machine gets it to dry so quickly.
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[Cooool......... this place is cool.]
And it has the bonus of being really warm when you put it back on your head.
[She tries to tip his hat the way he did, and then twirl it in her hands.
She fails at that second part, and bobbles it, trying not to drop the freshly cleaned top hat. Uwah--]
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It seems you might need a bit of practice in hat-handling.
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It is so much harder than it looks...
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[he takes the hat, twirls it gracefully around his hand, and then tosses it to the next with just as much dexterity]
Nobody becomes this proficient in one day.
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Now I feel like you're showing off a little.
[RUDE.
SHE'S NOT NEARLY THAT GRACEFUL OR DEXTROUS.]
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I might be. Just a bit.
[he cannot help himself]
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... Show me again! I want to try it again!
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[he doesn't move any slower as he twirls his hat again, tossing it to the next hand when he is done. and then he holds it out for Altria to take, one brow raised]
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She takes it, but it's clear from her hesitance that she did not process any more of the proper movements this time than she did the last time.
.. .... ...
She tries anyway. The hat stalls on her finger and then begins to topple.]
Oh--no, no, wait...!
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