[ Cantarella is on their good side well enough that Sage (probably) won't make her work for it!
The puppet tilts its head. ]
Hmm. Bring me boots and I will judge whether or not they're to my taste. You seem up to the task, at the very least, so I shall give you the chance to impress me.
[ There's amusement there in their voice—a jest, but a challenge if Cantarella wants to take it. ]
[Now who is indulging in foolishness? Cantarella chuckles, her hand passing in front of her face.]
You're suddenly taking great pleasure in acting like a mischievous spirit now, aren't you. [She leans in the puppet's direction.] Is there a prize for winning your hunt?
[It's impossible for them all to be comfortable at this point. (Unfortunately, comfort will dwindle even more soon.) There's too much unknown between them and too much tension. Paradoxically, that might make it a little easier to maintain this genuine and playful banter with Sage.]
When it comes to playing games for prizes that don't exist, once is more than enough for me. I do hope you won't reject what I bring you. I shall pluck it from the rack in earnest, like a perfectly ripe fruit.
[She gives the spine of the book a thoughtful stroke, and, because it's Cantarella, it does have a sensual quality to it, though she is only musing.]
I shall get this returned to you. I won't spook you, so there's no need to skitter about, either.
I'd certainly never turn down a cup of tea. [There's some cheer in how she accepts this invitation, even if...she''s never had the opportunity to savor the taste of regular brewed tea.]
I'll look forward to savoring it. It'll be sweeter once all this pretense can be done away with.
[Little do they know the setbacks that are coming, but they can still persevere here.]
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[ Cantarella is on their good side well enough that Sage (probably) won't make her work for it!
The puppet tilts its head. ]
Hmm. Bring me boots and I will judge whether or not they're to my taste. You seem up to the task, at the very least, so I shall give you the chance to impress me.
[ There's amusement there in their voice—a jest, but a challenge if Cantarella wants to take it. ]
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You're suddenly taking great pleasure in acting like a mischievous spirit now, aren't you. [She leans in the puppet's direction.] Is there a prize for winning your hunt?
[It's impossible for them all to be comfortable at this point. (Unfortunately, comfort will dwindle even more soon.) There's too much unknown between them and too much tension. Paradoxically, that might make it a little easier to maintain this genuine and playful banter with Sage.]
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Mayhap. Though I certainly won't tell.
[ Who can say? Maybe there is a prize! Yet there is something to be said about banter, especially in a place that is so bereft of it. ]
You simply must win to find out.
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[She gives the spine of the book a thoughtful stroke, and, because it's Cantarella, it does have a sensual quality to it, though she is only musing.]
I shall get this returned to you. I won't spook you, so there's no need to skitter about, either.
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Should you manage to surprise me... I would be impressed.
[ Maybe that's a dare to try? Who can say. ]
Whether you pass or fail my assessment, I may have a warm cup of tea waiting for you.
time to go put in all my puppet searches again
I'll look forward to savoring it. It'll be sweeter once all this pretense can be done away with.
[Little do they know the setbacks that are coming, but they can still persevere here.]
YAY
[ Sage sounds a little bit brighter about that, the thought of tearing away all these pretenses something they seem to be looking forward to. ]
I will leave you to your shopping. Call on me, should you have need of me... or once you've found those boots.
[ now this puppet's gotta run out before curfew strikes ]