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ota — action, deliveries, visits to the mental health clinic, sending stone, etc. 🍂
ota — action, deliveries, visits to the mental health clinic, sending stone, etc. 🍂
ota — action, deliveries, visits to the mental health clinic, sending stone, etc. 🍂
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( James insists quickly, reaching past Marik to shut the door and smiling brightly at him as he gives the teen's shoulder a good-natured clasp before ushering him in further. There is... a certain amount of chaos that follows Dr. Harvey around in life. The ghosts have only amplified it. )
Please, make yourself comfortable. Are you hungry?
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[The teen tenses only slightly at the grasp to his shoulder but passes it off as him removing his coat.]
Oh, um. I'll take a snack since you're offering.
[Marik goes to take a seat, placing his coat down beside him as he looks around the room. He'll wait until James has returned and settled in before he begins speaking.]
You've got a really cozy place here.
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So, I have a confession: I tried to make your baklava and, uh, failed a bit at it.
( The man gives a hapless, dopey grin. )
So then I tried to make something else of my own, some cookies. ....Those got burned. ( Hence the smell in the kitchen... ) So I ran over to the market and picked up some from there. There's a couple of pastries in there, too. Kinda baklava-esque.
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His expression softens as he looks down at the tea cups and box of sweets.
No one's... ever made him something before. Outside of his siblings, of course, but still.]
... Thank you. You didn't need to get me anything, really. I'm sorry you wound up having so much trouble...