[ Booker glances up, the words catching him off guard as well. But he doesn't make a big deal of it and when he meets her eyes, it's with a small smile. A shrug. ]
Yes. [ Well, it's not untrue. ] That does sound like what you might say there.
[ And if they were there, he can imagine himself laughing a little, curious to know more anyway, leaning into her space. And they wouldn't be talking for long either.
He closes his eyes for a second to push the thoughts out of his head, a hand automatically going for the bottle again when, in the other reality it might capture her fingers with his instead. He needs a refill. ]
It's a give and take, non? With magic. Like — ah, alchemy. You can't make something from nothing, you can't take something without giving something back either.
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Yes. [ Well, it's not untrue. ] That does sound like what you might say there.
[ And if they were there, he can imagine himself laughing a little, curious to know more anyway, leaning into her space. And they wouldn't be talking for long either.
He closes his eyes for a second to push the thoughts out of his head, a hand automatically going for the bottle again when, in the other reality it might capture her fingers with his instead. He needs a refill. ]
It's a give and take, non? With magic. Like — ah, alchemy. You can't make something from nothing, you can't take something without giving something back either.