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[maidhem]

Hey guys! Has anyone tried the waffles at the waffle place by that mailbox we're being told to pick things up at now? The chocolate chip pecan waffle is FANTASTIC if you haven't! 10/10, will have again!

Oh, and speaking of the mailbox, what's with the weird hints that they're giving on the packages you pick up there? How's a fancy walking stick supposed to 'ease your pain' anyway? The waffles do just as good a job after a long day with the books!

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[maidhem]

[If she knew his sentiments, she might try-- and the regrets would sting all the more if something went wrong. Heaving a frustrated sigh, she shook her head.]

No, it's not that. People being hurt just isn't something you can find on a walk around town, so trying this isn't going to be as easy as I thought...

Still, thank you for offering.

[She tried to smile despite her frustration and unease.]

You did have some good ideas there, and I think you're onto something with the magic songs...

[After all, she was recalling a haunting melody-- one that sounded like it could almost be magical, if the right person sang it.]

...Just, it can't be any old song, and I'm not that good of a singer.

[compendiem]

[ Where there's turkeys, there's bound to be injuries... but it's unreasonable to suggest she camp outside all day and wait for that to happen either. He lets his hand drop from his chest, more willing to explore whether a song would work rather than offer himself up if it doesn't involve a flesh wound. ]

It's easier to sing when you have music to go along with it. Like karaoke. [ He gestures around the room, but it's otherwise silent inside the soundproof walls. ] I come here sometimes. Clarinet, not to sing. But maybe that'll help, if you can think of what sort of song would work.