[ Agreement. He's holding one of the glass bottles, swirling its contents and distracted. Whatever's inside is green and viscous. He puts it up close to his face, then turns to look at her when she asks her question, one black eye magnified and distorted by the liquid in the glass. ]
Yes? [ He's never been to this town. Is that what she means? He lowers the bottle, shaking it a few times, then reluctantly puts it back in the box - watching her to make sure she sees him doing it before bending down to search for another.
Instead, he finds a small plant growing between the cobblestones. A glowing flower the size of a buttercup. He stares at it, mesmerized anew. ]
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[ Agreement. He's holding one of the glass bottles, swirling its contents and distracted. Whatever's inside is green and viscous. He puts it up close to his face, then turns to look at her when she asks her question, one black eye magnified and distorted by the liquid in the glass. ]
Yes? [ He's never been to this town. Is that what she means? He lowers the bottle, shaking it a few times, then reluctantly puts it back in the box - watching her to make sure she sees him doing it before bending down to search for another.
Instead, he finds a small plant growing between the cobblestones. A glowing flower the size of a buttercup. He stares at it, mesmerized anew. ]