He keeps a snug hold on the bathtub, feet planted firmly against the soft roll and pitch of the ground.
"Tomorrow," he starts to say, only to interrupt himself with a yawn. "Tomorrow. We'll get whatever you want for breakfast. The best tea. The best food. And dinner, too -- something good, anything you want. And while you're gone I'll do... things, with the talismans. Make something nice for you for all this. I promise."
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Date: 2020-11-07 12:17 am (UTC)"Tomorrow," he starts to say, only to interrupt himself with a yawn. "Tomorrow. We'll get whatever you want for breakfast. The best tea. The best food. And dinner, too -- something good, anything you want. And while you're gone I'll do... things, with the talismans. Make something nice for you for all this. I promise."