[he'll find her a bit. . . out of it, so to speak? her gaze is distant as she stares off into nothing, a pot of herbal tea simmering on the stove. but his voice tears her out of whatever stupor she was in, and with a snap of one's fingers, she is back on Earth]
-- oh, good afternoon, sir.
[a polite curtsy!]
You're correct; I don't think we've had the chance to meet personally.
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-- oh, good afternoon, sir.
[a polite curtsy!]
You're correct; I don't think we've had the chance to meet personally.