"A magical hotel?" the Fool repeats, clear amusement brightening his eyes and smile. He tips his head to the side teasingly. "He is a gentleman of hidden talents, I see. Did the beds make themselves?" It's not a question he expects an answer to, but the Fool has never been able to resist the impulse to pepper his conversation with wit.
His smile grows quizzical when Devin ducks beneath the awning beside him and begins to remove his coat, at least until it becomes clear what he's doing. He startles again, eyes darting from the coat as it is offered out to him, then to Devin again, before he reaches out to gingerly take hold of it; he's freezing, he's not going to turn it down. "Won't you be cold without this?" he asks, slipping his arms into the sleeves. The garment is massive on him, but with the right hat and a few other accessories, he could probably make a fashionable statement out of it.
As for his first question, the Fool recalls it and absently gestures upstairs. "I've rented a room above the cafe," he explains. "I just finished moving my belongings in, not that it took very long."
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His smile grows quizzical when Devin ducks beneath the awning beside him and begins to remove his coat, at least until it becomes clear what he's doing. He startles again, eyes darting from the coat as it is offered out to him, then to Devin again, before he reaches out to gingerly take hold of it; he's freezing, he's not going to turn it down. "Won't you be cold without this?" he asks, slipping his arms into the sleeves. The garment is massive on him, but with the right hat and a few other accessories, he could probably make a fashionable statement out of it.
As for his first question, the Fool recalls it and absently gestures upstairs. "I've rented a room above the cafe," he explains. "I just finished moving my belongings in, not that it took very long."