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[ingrantitude]

[Ward isn't making himself known without good reason. His device is on and there's a grim sort of looking man. He's been sticking close to Kara and thinking about what Tony said. He's got a book under his hands and he sits.]

So we're in a library. I was wondering. What's your favorite book?

I found a couple of mine. You know, when I was a kid. [He nods at them] Treasure island for one. Jim Hawkins was always kind of my hero when I was a kid.

[He reaches for another] I've got 100 years of solitude too. And the Giver.


I'd really like to read them but I don't want to open them and accidentally unleash Long John Silver or anything like that. Is there...a way to turn them off?

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[facemyenemys]

[She shifted to curl in closer to him, leaning her head into his shoulder and sighing softly with a smile.]

There aren't any explorers anymore. Not really. But here you can be. Find a place and go explore it. Or at least explore the library itself. Who knows when the last time a human stepped in some section of the library somewhere.

[She hmmmed softly, nuzzling in on his neck a bit and closing her eyes.] I don't think I would have been cut out for cocktail parties and senator wives anyhow. I didn't grow up that way as it was.

[ingrantitude]

Tell me about it again.

[He can't stop playing with her hands, her fingers, gently running his own over them.]

Your mom.

[facemyenemys]

[He asked about her mom, making her raise her brows, than smile sadly. Unless she got brought here, she’ll never get to see her mom again. She kind of liked her mom, a lot.]

She’s friendly, but stern. She would want to test you, to see if you were good enough for me. Small hidden questions and feeding you things. I think she would have liked you.

[ingrantitude]

[He raises a hand to her hair] Infinitely better then my mother.

...I'd be worthy.

...would she be happy if you were married?

[facemyenemys]

[She grins at that, leaning into the hand to her hair and closing her eyes.] Someday, yes. I think she would be happy to see me try and settle down. [her smile faded just a bit. Well, she would have been happy to know.]

[Her heart felt heavy now] You sent me back home to my mother, you said, right? How... did she take it? Did you speak to her?