[ Another little smile flashes across Maine's face, but the emotion behind it is impenetrable. His throat works for a moment; no words come. Instead, he nods. Takes another sip of his drink while he waits for his body to cooperate.
The burn of alcohol helps. When he tries again, words come out. ]
Designed one of my Quarries.
[ Designed the Quarry. Had a hand in more than just that one, too. Maine always recognizes Carolina's gifts to him. ]
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The burn of alcohol helps. When he tries again, words come out. ]
Designed one of my Quarries.
[ Designed the Quarry. Had a hand in more than just that one, too. Maine always recognizes Carolina's gifts to him. ]