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[lindorie]

*Decides to get down to some serious thinking. Not fake, in-the-cupboard-while-the-mun's-off on-holiday-thinking, REAL, ON-SCREEN thinking.*

Okay. Be honest with yourself, you like Canyo. You like him a lot but whenever you think about the idea of the two of you, you get this horrible, cold feeling and the knot of doom in your stomach. That would

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[mornaquilde]

*accosts you post-Guitar lesson attempt*

Ho there comely cousin wench from the future and past.

Or soemthing.

[lindorie]

*Snaps out of her Canyo and Elros infested reverie*

Comely cousin what!?

Oh. Morno, it's you. Heh. Figures, I didn't think that would be the sort of greeting that Cany-

Never mind.

How are you? [/chirpy, chirpy, I am fine, I am chirpy! :D]

[mornaquilde]

*blinks in mild confusion*

Er. Well. I survived unscathed from your father there. But then we didn't actually get down to much music learning.

[lindorie]

*Is like, so perfectly fine! Honest!*

No, I didn't hear much playing there, I thought maybe he'd inflicted a theory lesson on you. So he gave you the day off? That's not like him.