It is a truth universally acknowledged that trouble will find the Fool whither or whether he he bothers to avoid it. (He usually doesn't.)
"How long do you think I have?"
"As long as they remain preoccupied with that peculiar phenomenon across the street, I would say." That phenomenon which the Fool, of course, had nothing to do with. He leans around just enough to get a good look at the tea shop again and, after concentrating on his target for a bit longer, the front door to the shop abruptly turns a blinding shade of lemon yellow.
"If you like," he says to Rutile lightly, "you're welcome to hide in my apartment until they've lost interest. I live just upstairs." Quite literally.
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"How long do you think I have?"
"As long as they remain preoccupied with that peculiar phenomenon across the street, I would say." That phenomenon which the Fool, of course, had nothing to do with. He leans around just enough to get a good look at the tea shop again and, after concentrating on his target for a bit longer, the front door to the shop abruptly turns a blinding shade of lemon yellow.
"If you like," he says to Rutile lightly, "you're welcome to hide in my apartment until they've lost interest. I live just upstairs." Quite literally.