"Wouldn't have suspected you until you said it, you little would-be thief," he gruffly points out. And waves a hand quickly. Kidding, kidding. He knows they wouldn't.
Um. Suggestions. Does he have any.
Lemm's mind supplies him with a whopping great expanse of blank, and he just sits there in an uncomfortably intense stare at the table. ...Until the Relic Seeker part kicks in, and he thinks about other people: homes and lounges he's seen in the capital...
"Could put up some more pictures," he starts, sounding uncertain. "Flowers maybe. More storage." What did Ze'mer have? Her house was lived-in. "Somewhere to write, or fix your map. You do a lot of writing. Should have a place for that."
Another bout of hesitation. He snaps his fingers a couple of times to urge himself to think of the words.
"The - those - stuffed toys," he comes up with eventually, and immediately cringes. "You pointed out the - the toy Nail, at the mansion. No, sorry. Poor suggestion."
Ugh. He sits back, embarrassed, and rubs at his forehead in a way that conveniently blocks out his face.
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"Wouldn't have suspected you until you said it, you little would-be thief," he gruffly points out. And waves a hand quickly. Kidding, kidding. He knows they wouldn't.
Um. Suggestions. Does he have any.
Lemm's mind supplies him with a whopping great expanse of blank, and he just sits there in an uncomfortably intense stare at the table. ...Until the Relic Seeker part kicks in, and he thinks about other people: homes and lounges he's seen in the capital...
"Could put up some more pictures," he starts, sounding uncertain. "Flowers maybe. More storage." What did Ze'mer have? Her house was lived-in. "Somewhere to write, or fix your map. You do a lot of writing. Should have a place for that."
Another bout of hesitation. He snaps his fingers a couple of times to urge himself to think of the words.
"The - those - stuffed toys," he comes up with eventually, and immediately cringes. "You pointed out the - the toy Nail, at the mansion. No, sorry. Poor suggestion."
Ugh. He sits back, embarrassed, and rubs at his forehead in a way that conveniently blocks out his face.