[Antigone half-squints at him for a beat, juuuust in case he was kidding. which he wasn't, but. conditioning, okay?
she climbs to her feet and tromps through the frost into her tent, rummaging a bit and returning with a hardcover book, some loose sheets of mostly-blank paper, and coloring markers. the partly-not-blank parts are some slapdash little etchings of...something. shapes. squiggles. doodles.
she sets all that on his lap.] Could prolly just have the ghost take pictures of it, right? I mean, she did that for the bar... But drawing's fine, too. [albeit surprising; it's the kinda low-tech approach she expects to be offering, rather than being offered.]
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she climbs to her feet and tromps through the frost into her tent, rummaging a bit and returning with a hardcover book, some loose sheets of mostly-blank paper, and coloring markers. the partly-not-blank parts are some slapdash little etchings of...something. shapes. squiggles. doodles.
she sets all that on his lap.] Could prolly just have the ghost take pictures of it, right? I mean, she did that for the bar... But drawing's fine, too. [albeit surprising; it's the kinda low-tech approach she expects to be offering, rather than being offered.]