[Lup gives him some time to do his thing, running water for the dishes, though she can feel the arcane buzz behind her and Taako's unusually quiet so she knows something is up. When he speaks she turns off the water and glances around, staring for a long moment. She moves closer and lifts it up to examine it, turning it slowly between her hands.
It's perfect. It's fucking perfect. Fire and stars, like an echo of them, intertwined together as inextricably as their lives. And there's that twinge again, that smothering feeling in her chest, but this time she doesn't fight back against it. She exhales, she shudders, she closes her eyes.
And then she tucks the spoon into her belt like a sword, and returns to her chore. Her voice is thick with... something indecipherable when she replies, her heart all wrapped up with nostalgia and affection and a quiet sadness.]
For this? I'll find you one made of fuckin' polished gold.
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It's perfect. It's fucking perfect. Fire and stars, like an echo of them, intertwined together as inextricably as their lives. And there's that twinge again, that smothering feeling in her chest, but this time she doesn't fight back against it. She exhales, she shudders, she closes her eyes.
And then she tucks the spoon into her belt like a sword, and returns to her chore. Her voice is thick with... something indecipherable when she replies, her heart all wrapped up with nostalgia and affection and a quiet sadness.]
For this? I'll find you one made of fuckin' polished gold.