[Bobby's just going to give the journal a confused look.]
Right, so...did someone hit the magic disappearing handcuffs button? Or did whoever was behind this -
[Deior, but he'll leave it open, just in case.]- decide that whatever they were trying to do with this was done, and we can all go back to having two hands now
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[He laughs at that as he ducks into the kitchen to start making her ice cream.]
No worry needed here. If I go poking around looking for trouble, I'll have people with me.
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I'm sure it will.
[She can hear what you're doing, Bobby.]
Need help? Making the ice cream? I mean... mixing ingredients or something.
Good to know, Bobby.
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[He's grinning cheerfully as he mixes up the ice cream.]
Nah, I got it! The hardest part is getting it the right temperature, anyway.
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Hey. You're making me ice cream. That in itself gets major brownie points.
[A thoughtful silence follows.]
I'd offer to make you brownies or something in return, but all I'd know is a box recipe. Even then, you probably don't want me in the kitchen.
[She winces a bit after that admission.]
Yeah. Can't help you there, though I can turn my own body temperature down a notch from time to time with my own ability. Not that it's on purpose or anything.
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