Hm? [ Oh, right, conversations through windows, only practical in silly romance stories. Cain waves his spoon. ] Oh, sure. [ A little dryly, he adds: ] With an introduction.
[ He goes back to studying his concoction. By the time the young man makes his way inside, he's abandoned the spoon for a large knife and is carefully carving a sliver off of the huge chunk of tooth — it has a few similar scraped lines on it already, indicating this isn't the first time Cain's gone through this process.
Only then does he answer the rest of what the man's said. ]
It's a curative, for those who've fallen ill. [ The "soup" burbles, and he adds, wryly: ] Well, it's meant to be.
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[ He goes back to studying his concoction. By the time the young man makes his way inside, he's abandoned the spoon for a large knife and is carefully carving a sliver off of the huge chunk of tooth — it has a few similar scraped lines on it already, indicating this isn't the first time Cain's gone through this process.
Only then does he answer the rest of what the man's said. ]
It's a curative, for those who've fallen ill. [ The "soup" burbles, and he adds, wryly: ] Well, it's meant to be.