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Ruque chuckled. "Sorry, but we can't help you on that score," he apologized. "We never used any until we were older. Even now we hardly use them. Mama makes sure that most of the food she makes is good for finger food."

He looked around. "I don't know what we might have that could help you ... though if you want to speak to Mama, I can get her for you. Papa's out hunting with Ruran, and the girls are out tracking a dragon with Aerin. So it's just me and Mama here now."

Vergil was still staring at Ruque, with his black tank top and blue pants. To be honest, he found it a bit ... vulgar. He nudged Cindy to get her attention and murmured up at her, "Would they be clothes like he's wearing?"

Ruque had the keen hearing that was typical of the elves, but he pretended he hadn't heard - though he looked away to hide a smile. He knew his fashion was a little outlandish, even for his family, but that was just the way he liked his clothes.

Vergil couldn't hide the wave of relief that washed over him. "Good," he murmured. He looked down at his own clothes, a very neatly pressed pair of pants and chemise, with his long, almost soldierly overcoat. "I like my clothes," he smiled, looking up at Cindy. "Besides ..." He glanced back at Ruque and then looked back up at Cindy. "He looks cold."

At that, Ruque couldn't help but laugh, but rather than commenting on what Vergil had said, he simply said, "I'll go find Mama for you. I'll be right back."

And with that, he disappeared down a corridor.

Vergil cheered up a little bit at that. He really did like his style of clothes. They were warm and comfortable, and he liked the colours and cut.

"Why don't they get cold easily though?" he asked curiously. "Are they very hot inside?"

"Huh," Vergil grunted. "Weird." He paused thoughtfully. "Though it would be nice to be like that ..."

He wouldn't have to worry so much about changing weather when he went outdoors, which would be really handy, considering it would take him a lot longer than most others to get places, and considering the distance between places here.

"Extreme weather?" Vergil repeated. "Like what?"

The seconds world didn't have extreme weather at all. Sure they might have the odd snow in winter, but it was never anything major; nor were there huge thunderstorms or anything. So he didn't know how extreme it was possible for weather to get.

"Huh," Vergil grunted again. "Never seen one. Bet there's a lot of snow, huh? How deep does it get?"

"Sometimes," a female voice cut in from the hallway, "as deep as the roof." Niyana entered the room, smiling. "Hello, Cindy. Welcome to Haven, Vergil. I understand you're going to be staying from now on?"

Vergil stared at Niyana and nodded. "You're ... not an elf," he murmured in surprise.