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Hm!

[ A tiny but eager nod is her response alongside the closed-mouth hum of appreciation. Well, she wasn't about to talk with her mouth full, and though it's a small bite with mostly juice, she couldn't help but let it sit on her tongue for as long as possible. Silly, given she can now technically eat as many as she wants.

To follow up her lack of proper response, she'll bear a sheepish green that can't hide her enthusiasm when finally speaking. She has never cared to take half-measures with her experiences, and this had been one to savor. ]

Exquisite! I did not expect it to be so...vivid. Does that make sense? [ Of course not. ] How silly I must sound. What did you think, did you like it?

It is indeed a sharp yet tantalizing thing. A bright, enjoyable taste.

[ he says that, though he then take the rest of his half and leans over to give to her. ]

[ Caught off-guard by how much thought he put into his review, she must give another nod of appreciation alongside a slight tilt of a grin.

With the rest of her half left on the counter, she'll take his offer with a perk of her eyebrow. Of course, she isn't going to complain about the return, merely peeling off another little bite to enjoy for herself. This time she won't spend an eternity on it. ]

Not overwhelming, I hope?

I have simply had my fill, and you seem to be greatly enjoying it.

[ Her shoulders shake in a quiet chuckle, imagining how frustrated Sembene would be in trying to find a dessert that Morpheus might enjoy without leaving the rest to dust. ]

I admit to preferring my sweets in the morning hours.

[ But she will take one more bite before setting it to join its off-kilter companion on the counter. She's forgotten about the sunset. ]

Would you like to take some with you when you go— [ Not home, not here. ] —to wherever you may be staying? Perhaps a friend would enjoy them as well.

Aye ... perhaps he would. I shall inform him of your generosity.

[ Now extremely curious as she stretches to pull over the paper bag, she must wonder who his friends are. They would have to be intensely interesting people. ]

And who might 'he' be? Possibly anyone I know?

I do not know if you have made his acquaintance here. His name is Robert Gading.

[ The paper bag of clementines settles in front of him with the top rolled down. A most inelegant looking gift-wrap, really. Not something she would have delivered in the post to make an impression, but the offer had been spontaneous. ]

I haven't, no, but hopefully he will like them just as well when offered from a stranger.

[ Given by a friend, after all. ]

Did you meet him here?

[ he gives a small nod in thanks. ]

No. We have known each other for quite some time.

[ As old as Morpheus must be, 'quite some time' carries an implication that Vanessa doesn't miss. The thought warms her. ]

How sorry I am for someone you care for to suffer this city's curse...yet their presence must bring you a comfort that little else can.

[ She'll reach for another piece of clementine. ]

I am glad for you to have such a friend. To wonder at you carrying such burdens as our dreams for longer than I can imagine, I then worried for you being lonely.

[ he does not address the first statement. that would give too much away, perhaps. ]

He thought the same, at one point. I did not respond well to his drawing attention to it.

[ he speaks confidently as he usually does, as if the words were already written in the stars, though the last sentence is spoken a little slower, just short of actual hesitation. ]

[ With both hands now resting in her lap, she considers what it would mean for Morpheus to 'not respond well'. A cold shoulder? A demand for silence? Was the poor man punished?

Is he going to punish her?

Well, she'll lean into it. ]

Lonely souls often recognize one another...and it can be painful to be seen.

[ She looks to her hands while letting out the tiniest of shrugs, as though there can be no helping it. ]

Or else why would we remain lonely?

[ there's the faintest huff of breath through his nose with a slow blink of his eyes, gently scoffing. ]

I do not imagine him to be a lonely soul. Quite the opposite, in fact.

[ With a minute tilt of her head, she looks back to him and wonders again at how old his friend must be. She can still recall what had earlier been alluded to. If he is anything like Morpheus, then no matter the character, he must have known loneliness at some point. ]

For how long have you known him? Beyond 'quite some time', I mean.

For a number of years.

[ the barest smirk. ]

I will allow him to illuminate you on the details, if he wishes to provide them.

[ That only gets her to perk up a little. ]

Is that an invitation for me to meet your friend?

You would likely invite yourself to do so if I did not.

[ He isn't wrong. Once she had the name, it was only a matter of time. ]

How could I resist the opportunity to ask after the adventures you two must have had?

[ another soft little huff, almost the beginning of a chuckle. ]

I fear you may be disappointed on that front.

Disappointed in something that involves you?

[ A playful squint accompanies her gentle headshake. ]

Impossible.

We shall see.

An adventure is not always a mad dash through chaos.

[ Though, that type does have usually bring brilliant stories. ]

Sometimes it can be a quiet discovery.

I may be the Prince of Stories, but I will leave that story for his telling.

Then I must request a different story from you in the future.

[ Which does remind her, ]

I never did hear what happened to Yama and Yami. Did they manage to discover everything?

[ The journey they had set out on sounded so tantalizing. To experience everything the world had to offer was what she had always yearned for, from its sweetness to its most bitter—to swallow the night, crawl through the sand, and sink into the sea.

But of course, something must have gone wrong for them. It always does. ]

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