[The thought, it is boggling. She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture him as such. All salty and... eyepatched and...]
Did you wear a hat? Was there a bird?
[If there is one thing that Nero is good for, it is forcing her to employ every last scrap of logic and reason that she possesses. Goodness knows she needs the practice.]
...the Lavender Beds are very nice. [And then, a small smile.] So... you dream of a small home in the Lavender Beds, do you?
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[The thought, it is boggling. She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture him as such. All salty and... eyepatched and...]
Did you wear a hat? Was there a bird?
[If there is one thing that Nero is good for, it is forcing her to employ every last scrap of logic and reason that she possesses. Goodness knows she needs the practice.]
...the Lavender Beds are very nice. [And then, a small smile.] So... you dream of a small home in the Lavender Beds, do you?
[She's got it! She's sure. So sure.]