Alright. I'll meet you in the Grove, since it's a lovely place with some modicum of privacy; I'll see you soon, alright?
[And then the feed goes dead. Sorry, Dextera; he's a man of action when cornered. Which means that he's absolutely right in the middle of the Grove, neatly sat on a bench with an armful of yellow tulips like a nervous teenager waiting for his date.]
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[And then the feed goes dead. Sorry, Dextera; he's a man of action when cornered. Which means that he's absolutely right in the middle of the Grove, neatly sat on a bench with an armful of yellow tulips like a nervous teenager waiting for his date.]