[That's a forty-leaf string of words there. Alfyn looks...uncertain, at best, but he crouches by the roots of the tree and plucks the eggshell free with ease.]
Shucks. [He's holding it, which is proof enough, and the roots gently settle back into place once his hand is withdrawn.] There it goes again. Thanks, I guess!
[That was to the tree. It's making his job easier, after all, and anybody doing that more than deserves proper thanks for it!]
D'you also have some kinda hypothesis about why that's happening? [He adds the eggshell and several others to Cyrus's pile. In his growing concern, he doesn't quite realize they've essentially found them all.]
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Shucks. [He's holding it, which is proof enough, and the roots gently settle back into place once his hand is withdrawn.] There it goes again. Thanks, I guess!
[That was to the tree. It's making his job easier, after all, and anybody doing that more than deserves proper thanks for it!]
D'you also have some kinda hypothesis about why that's happening? [He adds the eggshell and several others to Cyrus's pile. In his growing concern, he doesn't quite realize they've essentially found them all.]