[ What on earth is Gregor doing? He manages to refrain from giving his Emperor a sharp look - but he flutters worriedly at his end of the link, not liking the feeling of it narrowing. Dammit. If anything happens, he's going to be right here.
On the outside, though, Naismith just nods. ]
Tea it is then. I'll go get it ready.
[ And with one last glance at the two of them, he heads to the kitchen to prep tea. Nervously. ]
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On the outside, though, Naismith just nods. ]
Tea it is then. I'll go get it ready.
[ And with one last glance at the two of them, he heads to the kitchen to prep tea. Nervously. ]