*The notion brings up unwanted trauma. The last party.*
"I see. That's not nice, yes I admit."
*He falls silent, a small frown on his face as he thinks about the books again. Not just veterinary surgery now, maybe he should go buck up on necromancy as well.*
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*He sighed and shrugged.*
"Well, I've got to go find my uniform now... Who knows where that guy put it. See you around, then?"
*Not to bother with the question why he was making them, of course.
*The fact that the last time he tried the oven blew was still pretty clear in his head.*
*The notion brings up unwanted trauma. The last party.*
"I see. That's not nice, yes I admit."
*He falls silent, a small frown on his face as he thinks about the books again. Not just veterinary surgery now, maybe he should go buck up on necromancy as well.*
*His face turns a strange pinky shade as she holds his shoulders.*
"W-Why wouldn't he? I thought he would be quite well-known to the other detectives or something..."
*Why was talking to parents one of the things he could never pull off well? And he was sure he was starting to look like a dope again...*
*That was strange... Given what he'd put him through. First an auto-surgery, then Rose, then Pendle. He could still be relaxed after all that?*
"Hm.... I... I'm not sure either, honestly."
*And there was that nervous titter again.*
*He laughed, embarrassed.*
"So how is he doing, then?"
*He paused for a moment, hesitating.*
"Actually, it was more of an emergency response course. He did extremely well, if a bit hesitant at first. Your son is quite good at handling crises."