[As always, he's quick to answer the door. Maketh steps in, carrying her bag. Inside it she has the basket holding Hope's latest overture. She's not certain it can be called a gift.] Do you mind if I make some coffee? It helps me focus.
I would hardly keep you from that which bestows your vigour. [He replies, amused.] Henceforth treat my apartment as yours.
[Henry closes the door behind her, then heads into the kitchen to pour out a bowl of water. He sets it down on the table before he takes a seat there to await her.]
[It's said lightly, and just a little teasing. Maketh practically runs on coffee. Thankfully she's gotten to the point where she can brew it quickly when needed, and get straight back to business. She returns to the table with a steaming mug, then takes her seat.] Why us, do you think?
[Henry picks up the sphere. He lightly tosses it into the air and catches it, an idle, continuous action he keeps up as he speaks on.]
Their notice of our efforts comes late enough that I do not think them privy to the conversation which birthed it. In any case, there is but one way for us to grasp their intent.
[And that is to use the gift and see what it actually bestows.
Proving that his impetuous streak is alive and well, Henry holds her gaze as he abruptly crushes the the sphere in his hand on his next catch.]
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[As always, he's quick to answer the door. Maketh steps in, carrying her bag. Inside it she has the basket holding Hope's latest overture. She's not certain it can be called a gift.] Do you mind if I make some coffee? It helps me focus.
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[Henry closes the door behind her, then heads into the kitchen to pour out a bowl of water. He sets it down on the table before he takes a seat there to await her.]
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[It's said lightly, and just a little teasing. Maketh practically runs on coffee. Thankfully she's gotten to the point where she can brew it quickly when needed, and get straight back to business. She returns to the table with a steaming mug, then takes her seat.] Why us, do you think?
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[Henry picks up the sphere. He lightly tosses it into the air and catches it, an idle, continuous action he keeps up as he speaks on.]
Their notice of our efforts comes late enough that I do not think them privy to the conversation which birthed it. In any case, there is but one way for us to grasp their intent.
[And that is to use the gift and see what it actually bestows.
Proving that his impetuous streak is alive and well, Henry holds her gaze as he abruptly crushes the the sphere in his hand on his next catch.]
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[She doubts that Hope has forgiven her. She doubts Hope ever considers that he might be in the wrong.
She doesn't expect Henry to act as suddenly as she does and goes tense, reaching out to stop him.
Too late, it turns out.] Henry! Are you hurt?