Yup. Really. That's where Rosie came from too. Someone rescued her when she fell from the sky, and he didn't have a place to keep her, so he gave her to me.
[Her tone turns more casual, knowing he came from the dream means he's used to a certain level of... unpredictability. Animals, people, and other objects falling from the sky probably won't even strike him as terribly unusual given some of the chaos that struck Deerington.
Her eyebrows lift as he talks about trying to organize the books, like he's already found some new pet project.]
Good luck with that. I think most of us have just kind of figured out how to work around the fact that this place follows absolutely no logical organizational system whatsoever. You can always find what you need - you just kind of have to feel it out.
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[Her tone turns more casual, knowing he came from the dream means he's used to a certain level of... unpredictability. Animals, people, and other objects falling from the sky probably won't even strike him as terribly unusual given some of the chaos that struck Deerington.
Her eyebrows lift as he talks about trying to organize the books, like he's already found some new pet project.]
Good luck with that. I think most of us have just kind of figured out how to work around the fact that this place follows absolutely no logical organizational system whatsoever. You can always find what you need - you just kind of have to feel it out.