Strange’s steps slow down as he pretends to be absorbed in some nearby mural, and his wince clearly telegraphs: Oh, that.
This was one of the many reasons he didn’t always engage with the open crystal discussions; it was often trivial nonsense, and it turns out sometimes you wind up very publicly bickering with your girlfriend about the stupidest thing imaginable.
“Ye-es,” he says, slowly, and veers right away from any further elaboration of the spirit impersonation. That road was even worse, so he grudgingly allows, “She’s very enamoured with the idea of a flying houseboat. As am I, for the record,“ his voice inadvertently rises a little louder, as if anyone can even hear them down here (besides a skeleton shambling closer, unbeknownst to them),
“But I’m also just very invested in our home not going up in flames and crashing into the Waking Sea, the next time airborne Venatori attack.”
He’s mildly crotchety enough about it that it slams right through his usual reserve, his habitual tight-lipped secrecy about any topic verging on private and personal life.
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This was one of the many reasons he didn’t always engage with the open crystal discussions; it was often trivial nonsense, and it turns out sometimes you wind up very publicly bickering with your girlfriend about the stupidest thing imaginable.
“Ye-es,” he says, slowly, and veers right away from any further elaboration of the spirit impersonation. That road was even worse, so he grudgingly allows, “She’s very enamoured with the idea of a flying houseboat. As am I, for the record,“ his voice inadvertently rises a little louder, as if anyone can even hear them down here (besides a skeleton shambling closer, unbeknownst to them),
“But I’m also just very invested in our home not going up in flames and crashing into the Waking Sea, the next time airborne Venatori attack.”
He’s mildly crotchety enough about it that it slams right through his usual reserve, his habitual tight-lipped secrecy about any topic verging on private and personal life.