[That's not a statement she's used to hearing, from anyone. At least not until she came here, and people started to trust her, rely on her, even—well, it's enough to throw her off, a simple sentiment like that. Sal recognizes that trust in her and what she does. Worries how she'll carry that weight.
There's a moment to take those words in, and then.]
Right, same to you.
[That sounds almost like a shy whisper, fuck, get it together.]
Hey, what kind of evening tea is the best here? You know, without...caffeine, or whatever.
[Sal the Cacophony, minding anyone's criticism or suggestion, let alone from months ago? Sounds far-fetched, but she's going to stay up all night if she breaks open a bottle of whiskey this late, so.]
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There's a moment to take those words in, and then.]
Right, same to you.
[That sounds almost like a shy whisper, fuck, get it together.]
Hey, what kind of evening tea is the best here? You know, without...caffeine, or whatever.
[Sal the Cacophony, minding anyone's criticism or suggestion, let alone from months ago? Sounds far-fetched, but she's going to stay up all night if she breaks open a bottle of whiskey this late, so.]