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[noblegarnet]

[On the afternoon of the 1st, a disgruntled post goes up on the network.]

Did you know some moths produce silk from their salivary glands? Because I didn't until after I spat out a bunch of string this morning.

[He didn't make that connection immediately, mind you; after the initial utter bafflement, he took the time to go do more research on Fae and the insects they resemble. Nerd.]

Someone let me know if there's a market for organic fae silk. And if you could invent some kind of google or wikipedia while you're at it, that would be appreciated.

[Do you know how LONG it takes to look through PHYSICAL BOOKS]

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[noblegarnet]

Right.

[Protecting and helping each other probably is part of what most bonded partners do. Not that he's paid much attention to the customs; he really could not care less about the culture around them.

... perhaps he should have paid a little more attention regarding the sharing of emotions, but.]

Let me know when you want me to help out with that spell. I have some jobs I'm looking into later today, but I'm sure I can make time at some point this week.

[prettyrocks]

Yeah? I took up a job, too, at the Sly Seadog Tavern. But they're pretty chill about letting me do my own thing in between the lunch and dinner rushes. If you want to come over there sometime tomorrow, I'll probably be there most of the day, and then I'm staying in a room upstairs, so I'll be there at night, too.

[noblegarnet]

Oh, are you?

[She's staying at an inn, rather than the free housing? Maybe that's just her comfort level... he can't pretend he understands the adventuring life.]

Alright, sure. Tomorrow night, then? If you're not too tired by then.

[prettyrocks]

[ Working in exchange for a room is kind of like free housing, in that no money is exchanging hands! Eh, it works for now. She'll find something more permanent once her gig at the Seadog is up. ]

Tomorrow night sounds good! I'll save you some dinner to pay you back, how about that?

[noblegarnet]

That would be great.

[He's not about to complain about free food—as long as he doesn't have to deal with any rowdy patrons for more than a minute or two, anyway. There's only so much his delicate sensibilities can take... before he complains, that is.]

I'll see you then.