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[summonere]

[ Does he? He always does. And then something comes up-- ]

It's not going to be... perfect.

[ Because they are broken and dangerous in a world that wants to challenge them. ]

Ever.

[sealeted]

That's okay. We aren't either.

[She leans into his hand again, but doesn't avert her gaze.]

But, we're too stubborn to give up once we set a goal, either. Right?

[summonere]

That's right.

[ He gives the curve of her ear one last encouraging press as he stands up, he sits back on the table just in case she's not ready for him to go but it's at least a relief to his knees. ]

How are we tracking reliability?

[ Is this going to involve stickers. ]

[sealeted]

Maybe we should get a scoreboard.

[She's only half joking.]

We could get Griffon a little referee vest and a whistle. ...no, maybe not the whistle. He might go mad with power.

[summonere]

[ Ffft. If she's making jokes then she's recovering. He goes to sit with his tea and his breakfast again, watching her wryly. ]

How do you score points?

[ Is he competitive? He supposes they'll find out together. ]

[sealeted]

[People cope in many ways. One of Hakuno's is her dry wit.]

Maybe... every time the other person says thank you, you get a point?

[She's less than half joking, now, as she digs back into her breakfast and ruminates over that.]

[summonere]

Does that mean we should be more or less strict with our 'thank yous'?

[ Effusive with them when they apply, or was there now a criteria for the magic words. ]