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Is...is it over?

[A soft, quiet noise. Not a whimper, not a cry - but maybe the tiniest of sniffles]

Is he gone?

[Bartimaeus was RIGHT.]

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[He's--really odd sometimes, but she smiles anyway.]

Do you want to go find something sweet?

[No dismissals, no incantations -- just a request for his company a bit longer.]

....DAT ICON ROFL

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[Hold up. That was not the dismissal incantatio-- oh, right. He's in the Keep and can go anywhere he wants, whenever he wants to.

Except, for some reason, she wants to continue hanging out with him? Obviously she has a fever.]

That's not usually how things go. You'd be amazed, but most people can't wait to get rid of me after a few minutes of discussion.

[Bartimaeus remarks this as he absently grows two extra arms to help with re-folding the quilt for easier carrying.]

But... I suppose it could be tolerable. Maybe even fun, though I doubt that enough to check it out.

Let her dress you Barti

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Why would I want to get rid of you?

[Rapunzel looks genuinely confused, brow furrowed and a perplexed expression crossing her face. Getting rid of him made no sense -- she liked talking to him.]

Is...that a yes or no? [So confusing and indecisive!

And she tries not to gape at the extra arms.]

Only if it's the same dress

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[Bartimaeus tuckes the re-folded quilt under his arm, then scratches his chin with an extra hand.]

Usually it's quite obvious by the throbbing vein in your temple or the seething rage, but you've managed to avoid both triggers. Obviously you have a rare form of resistance.

[He shrugs, baffled at the fact that he's okay with this.]

Yes. Why not.

[It's not like he has something else to do. WHAT AM FREE TIME.]

well duh, you'd be so pretty in pink and purple

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I suppose that's possible. [Her hair WAS a rare thing, after all.]

Great. Come on!

[She links arms with him, and steers towards the kitchens.]