[What people are able to do to Gideon and what Gideon's able to do to other people aren't always identical in his mind. And so Lucrezia remains dry--well, aside from what she's already dipped in the pool. Better not to assume that tit for tat is welcome here. Hopefully the sun will dry him soon.]
We're lucky I write on wax and not paper. [He smiles, brushing off what water he can from the wax and wood.] My conversations would be over for the day.
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We're lucky I write on wax and not paper. [He smiles, brushing off what water he can from the wax and wood.] My conversations would be over for the day.