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Dishes began migrating toward the sink, and he began rounding up the garnishments. He grinned, and shrugged. Leo? No bigs. It's not like they were having an Island Vote. He was more than satisfied that that the Ungala wasn't a church of blind faith. Besides, friends talked. No one had to be right or wrong. Honestly? He liked the Arrows, for that. Service and Mastery? In it's own way, a nod to All Thrones being False. It was all good to do the usual going the rounds on ways and means, but core beliefs -- totally A Thing.
Or that could just be the crepes talking. Because sweetened condensed milk.
"Hummmmm." He stopped and turned, leaning against the counter. "I like Lycus. He's totally a guy that wants to make a difference, but, uh, can get frustrated easy. Maybe a little juvenile? When he gets frustrated? But the thing is, if you look past him being, ummm, not so personable? He's usually making a solid case, and doing the right thing."
Plus: folders, yo. And Mysterium. Of all the complaints about the Books, being liars and getting facts wrong wasn't the daily.
"Faith, uh," his head slipped down towards his shoes. Hmmm. Tough. Question.
"Dunno? She spaces out sometimes. I mean, heck, you were there both times I've seen her -- Arrowlympics and Angelpalooza. What did you think?"
He looked up, and there was a hint of a smirk. Just because he wasn't going to say she was distracted at Angelpalooza? Didn't mean he wasn't going to grin about it. Because Ixidor.
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