Babel - Continued from thread elsewhere.

[Trintara]

"Fine. Give me away." He throws his arm over his face.

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"We don't want to give him too much."  

[Isidore]

"You were going to give me away! Why should I care?" He hmphs!

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"What happens if he takes too much?"  

[Trintara]

"Your witch would have gotten you back."

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"I'm not sure. It's best to be careful."  

[Isidore]

"If she managed to break our bond, I doubt it." His brow furrows.

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"He would be a monkey."  

[Trintara]

"Witches are possessive. She would have figured it out."

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"Er...right."  

[Isidore]

"The conditions are pretty specific. I'm not sure what would happen, to be honest."

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She LAUGHS.  

[Trintara]

"Oh." He scrunches his face.

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He reddens. "Really. We need to be careful."  

[Isidore]

"I mean, I think I know, but it's pretty permanent. So! No doing that, okay?"

--

"I'll be careful!"  

[Trintara]

"Maaybe."

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"Thank you."  

[Isidore]

"No, not maybe."

--

She can't quite stop giggling.  

[Trintara]

"Meh. You were mean."

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He gives her a nervous look. "Please make a list of what you will need."  

[Isidore]

"What? When?"

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"I will!" She grabs the book and pulls it close.  

[Trintara]

"You said you were going to give away my lamp."

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"I can try to pick the supplies up for tomorrow."  

[Isidore]

He rolls. "I'm just trying to be saaafe."

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She hurriedly scribbles down a list. "Yeah? We can do it tomorrow?"  

[Trintara]

"And I just want to be free."

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"I think so."