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[littlemissfutility]

"This is Beth."

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[heorte]

Left outside Beth's door:

A book of Marcher fairy tales, and a little pouch of mixed nuts.

crystal.

[littlemissfutility]

Hi. Um. This is Beth.

[ Of course it is. She's noticed that there aren't a lot of people around here who sound like her--most people sound British to her. ]

I was wondering...[ asking feels kind of stupid, now that she's here, she's not sure why she thought Ellis was the right way to start this search. ] Somebody put something outside my door. I'm just trying to figure out who.

[heorte]

[ A pause, then, just to clarify— ]

Was it a book?

[littlemissfutility]

---Yeah.

[ Relieved. ]

And a snack.

[heorte]

Aye, and a snack. I thought it might be a comfort.

[littlemissfutility]

It was really nice of you. Thanks.

[heorte]

You're welcome. You can keep the book, if you like it.

[littlemissfutility]

Oh--cool. I will.

Are these the kinds of stories you grew up with?

[heorte]

Some of them, aye. If you like them, there's similar books from other countries than the Marches.