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You've gotta wait for dessert to get to the heavy topics, it's true.
( but he tilts his head again, swallows a smile by pursing his lips. )
( but he tilts his head again, swallows a smile by pursing his lips. )
Ooh, tips from the master. [He might be able to keep from smiling, but she can't--she laughs outright.] Next time we have pudding, you can tell me all about surgery.
I'll even demonstrate on it. ( a very affirmative nod, there. )
Just forgive the lack of accurate internal organs.
I suppose so. Dinner and an impromptu cadaver dissection.
With a follow-up discussion about mummification, if we're lucky.
I don't know if you really need luck for that. I'm always happy to talk about mummification.
Well, if you ever need a willing ear... ( he shrugs, bites down on a smile. learning things is the best, didn't you know. )
I'll have a man for the job. [What's the point of holding back a grin at a moment like this, Leonard? Evy beams up at him.] For now...I suppose I ought to be getting home. If I don't feed the cat on schedule, he mutinies.
Right. Wouldn't want him getting cross with you, or me because of it.
( he steps back, smiles for real this time!! ) Take care, Evelyn.
( he steps back, smiles for real this time!! ) Take care, Evelyn.
And you, Leonard.
[She hesitates a moment, as though trying to decide whether to say or do something more--but whatever it was, she doesn't. Evy just smiles and reaches out to pat his shoulder.]
Have a good evening.
[She hesitates a moment, as though trying to decide whether to say or do something more--but whatever it was, she doesn't. Evy just smiles and reaches out to pat his shoulder.]
Have a good evening.
[ It's a bit out of the blue -- just a touch too late in the evening to be leaving messages of any sort -- but if anything Albus sounds more amused than apologetic; that sort of pleased, marveling tone that he acquires when looking at a particularly ingenious muggle device, or some hopelessly tangled limerick. ]
I think I nearly broke our window with the toast. Did you know that they just pop up like that? It's like a miniature catapult.
I think I nearly broke our window with the toast. Did you know that they just pop up like that? It's like a miniature catapult.
Oh--I wasn't sure if you'd meant that sort of toast or a champagne cork. [She laughs.] Don't you have toast at home? Or is it a Muggle invention?
The springs are a bit surprising at first, aren't they? At home, we've an electrical one that cooks one side of the bread, and then you flip it over. I rather prefer what they've come up with here. Much less likely to burn your fingertips.
I've never tried making toast with a fork. It seems as though it might be more trouble than it's worth.
I've never tried making toast with a fork. It seems as though it might be more trouble than it's worth.
It certainly sounds so. Handling one's breakfast with protective gloves would grow old; as does, I'll admit, roasting bread on a glorified spit. Far more entertaining to jab your brother with it --
-- In theory, naturally. As a gentleman of premier and earnest dignity I speak only of the hypothetical.
I suppose I ought to ask, have you heard the latest of the rumour mill? Talk of another journey from the city.
-- In theory, naturally. As a gentleman of premier and earnest dignity I speak only of the hypothetical.
I suppose I ought to ask, have you heard the latest of the rumour mill? Talk of another journey from the city.
Oh, gloves are too much effort--you just learn to move very quickly. Or you hire a cook for your breakfasts.
Now I'm all the gladder we didn't have toasting forks readily available. With my luck, my brother would have been jabbing me.
I have. Are you thinking of going?
Now I'm all the gladder we didn't have toasting forks readily available. With my luck, my brother would have been jabbing me.
I have. Are you thinking of going?
Agility training of the finest caliber.
I've been considering it. I admit some reluctance -- every time there's an expedition beyond the city, something terrible seems to occur within our walls. But war breeds coincidence, and without guides...I can't help but think the more who know the path, the better. And you?
I've been considering it. I admit some reluctance -- every time there's an expedition beyond the city, something terrible seems to occur within our walls. But war breeds coincidence, and without guides...I can't help but think the more who know the path, the better. And you?
Unfortunately.
I always go when I have the chance--and this time, I've promised someone else I would. It'd be lovely to have you along, too.
I always go when I have the chance--and this time, I've promised someone else I would. It'd be lovely to have you along, too.
Then I suppose that it's settled, once some preparations are seen to. I want some samples from the site -- I assume you will, as well?
I think we've extra flasks left over in a box somewhere. If I manage to unearth them before we leave, then they're yours. You wouldn't think that unpacking would be such a lengthy process, but it always surprises.
A good promise, I hope.
I think we've extra flasks left over in a box somewhere. If I manage to unearth them before we leave, then they're yours. You wouldn't think that unpacking would be such a lengthy process, but it always surprises.
A good promise, I hope.
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