A wry smile answers that, and a laugh. "I have a friend from my world who might disagree," he says, thinking of the bitter tang of elfbark tea so often described to him by Fitz. The thought leaves a longing in him that he can't tolerate, and so he puts it aside.
Instead he looks back to Bakura and considers him with gentle friendliness that, somehow, manages not to be too invasive at the same time. But he's curious by nature. "Would you enjoy speaking of your world," he invites, "or would you prefer to discuss something else?"
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A wry smile answers that, and a laugh. "I have a friend from my world who might disagree," he says, thinking of the bitter tang of elfbark tea so often described to him by Fitz. The thought leaves a longing in him that he can't tolerate, and so he puts it aside.
Instead he looks back to Bakura and considers him with gentle friendliness that, somehow, manages not to be too invasive at the same time. But he's curious by nature. "Would you enjoy speaking of your world," he invites, "or would you prefer to discuss something else?"