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Hey, Ms. Marker.

[ smiling!! he holds out the bag for her to take. should she peek inside, it holds a potted lyreleaf greeneyes— along with some scribbled notes that it blooms at night, that it should be (?? lmf) safe for her cats to interact with, as well as instructions on how to best take care of it. ]

Belated Happy Valentine's! Ah, guess I wanted to properly says thanks for the all the work you've found me for the past few months.

[ ... which. might sound sarcastic coming from others, but it's john, so. ]

Oh. ... Oh, oh thank you!

[ Oh wow, she didn't see that coming at all, despite buying him a christmas gift? She blushes a little but then laughs a little, taking the bag and glancing inside before nodding and closing it. She looks him over again and work he's -- ]

I mean, you're a diligent worker, it's only natural I'd recommend you.

Aw, well. [ shucks! ] It's appreciated nonetheless, you know?

[ ... has to be diligent; he does need those recommendations, after all. maybe putting on the bashfulness a LITTLE BIT there, john; but he nods at her gratitude, smile broadening briefly.

he won't keep her long, what with her surely having other things to do, and he does know the sun's a bother-- so. after getting a better look at her, ]

You sent off on one of those missions?

I was, yes. Out north in Magatus... Actually, would you like to step in for tea or a soda or something? You can tell me more about these plants.

[ It would be rude not to offer. ]

... If you're not too busy.

[ a shrug.

he doesn't doubt elda's capabilities for kicking him out anyway, though. so he nods. ]

Sure. Tea sounds nice.

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[ But she motions come in, come in, shut the door behind you. She'll just be heading back to the kitchen for now!! So she can set down this bag and then set to work with some tea. The lighting in the house is, of course, red. ]

... 'Kay, I'll give you that one.

[ he will. admit. ]

[ john does as indicated, following her into the kitchen. he's seen the interior of the manor enough by now, yes, whether it be through work or that party-- but just settling down for a beverage is new. he lifts a hand to rub at his shoulder. ]

Right, right. Though we've both been running around doing everything for the last few weeks, at least.

[ A shrug, and once in the kitchen she picks out some good enough leaves, puts the hot water on, and settles in for watching that a moment before turning to motion him into a seat or something.

Or he can stand. There's an island there with a few high top seats. ]

Oh, yep! Definitely, in place of any proper Retrospec employees that should be pickin' up the slack instead.

[ #notbitter

no, sitting's better. john shuffles himself into one of the high tops seats. ... yeah, excuse him as he gets over the fact that. a wealthy person is making tea for him like this ]

I still stand by the idea they must be under-staffed. But that's probably giving them too much benefit of the doubt to think they're stupid...

[ ah well... ]

Stupid in some respects, maybe.

[ for starting. all of this

placing his elbows on the counter, he scratches his chin. ]

Smart in that they don't show their faces 'round here to anyone.

[ . . . Hmmm?

Well, that's fair, honestly. Elda shrugs at that, letting it wash over her. ]

Yeah, they do keep to themselves.

[ smiling!!

no worries, though, it's apparently both their "day off"-- he won't press too hard or overshare about his desire for a retrospec bloodbath. there is probably a time and place.

so, he props his chin into a hand. ]

So? Wanna tell me what Ms. Marker's been up to lately? —'Sides these missions I guess, if you'd rather talk 'bout somethin' nicer.

[ She considers that for a moment before just responding, ]

Well, missions are most of what I've been up to. Both of us have been out there for two weeks - in my case chasing wolves and talking to townsfolk.

[ But other than that... huh. She considers, ]

Other than that... Well, I guess I had hoped to learn more about that Last Fantasy game this month.

... Chasin' wolves and talkin' to townsfolk sounds 'bout par for the course for these missions, yeah.

[ if he's going to be honest-- john's no video gamer, but the missions do have certain quest-like attributes to them, enough that he knows a pattern when he sees it. his brow arcs at the last comment.

example b of "no video gamer": ]

Yeah? What's Last Fantasy?

It's this big computer game people play together. When I won the Ninja Warrior thing back in November, I also won a year's subscription to it and a bunch of computer things to run it, so I've been trying to see if it's any fun for me. I still don't think I get it, though.

[ Hence the hoping she could figure it out more this month... ]

[ so it is video game, hm. ]

[ john squints— don't say anything about age and teaching old dogs new tricks, that could be rude, you are a GUEST in her home. ]

I see..! Well, if it's any consolation, I dunno how any of that c—[ ... crap ] —stuff, works either. Hell, can't remember the last time I actually played a computer game, beyond solitaire.

I mean, likewise? Well, sort of. I guess I did play things in the arcades back when I was young, but I've not touched a video game since I was twenty beyond that stuff you can do on your phone.

[ Ahaha... ha. ]

You'd probably be good at those... [ those...?

... searching for the correct terminology and hence failing, john vaguely waves a hand through the air. ]

Whatever. They got that virtual reality stuff nowadays, so I've heard. If that's not what Last Fantasy is, it'd probably be different from the stuff on your phone, yeah?

Oh, leagues different. I don't think it's the virtual reality I got promised in my teen years, but it's sure something else, that's for sure.

[ Those...... what.... ]

What do you even do on it?

... Kill monsters, mostly, I think?

[ / TOTALLY GETS IT REALLY ]

... Haven't we been takin' care of stuff like that this entire month?

[ what's the point. ]

Not as much on my end, actually.

[ his eyebrows lift. ]

All right, 'sides chasin' wolves and minglin' with the villagers— what? You got me burnin' with curiosity, now.

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