[Ah, the things one learns from people who don't spend most of their time in a bunker underground. The robe from the bag is just unwieldy enough - he's relieved he never tried to take a pair of scissors and a needle to it, or asked Viktor to hack it into some kind of more work-ready shape.
He nods, mumbling 'Glover Lover' with a twitch of his fingers like he's writing it down, to remember it. Then, the— tree?
Or not?]
Your dog? [uhhh is she missing- oh, no, there. He pauses, looking at the drink table, makes a pursed-lip decision and turns back to her,] Would you like to take her downstairs? Rio is down there, and - well, I'll put my omen somewhere else. She's testy.
[She doesn't like strangers and only barely likes her fellow bunker residents. She is, as the youths say, a lot.]
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He nods, mumbling 'Glover Lover' with a twitch of his fingers like he's writing it down, to remember it. Then, the— tree?
Or not?]
Your dog? [uhhh is she missing- oh, no, there. He pauses, looking at the drink table, makes a pursed-lip decision and turns back to her,] Would you like to take her downstairs? Rio is down there, and - well, I'll put my omen somewhere else. She's testy.
[She doesn't like strangers and only barely likes her fellow bunker residents. She is, as the youths say, a lot.]