[her eyes brighten at him from behind her hair. Good. There's more to this kid than meets the eye.]
Very smart. All right, then; we'll both share.
[she spreads her coat out by her hat, then picks herself up onto her feet and pads over to her backpack. She glances down at his supplies again as she passes, her eyes lingering on his notebook, and after she's dragged her pack over next to the fireplace and sat back down (inwardly mourning the lack of a soft couch and chairs in this house), she says:]
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Very smart. All right, then; we'll both share.
[she spreads her coat out by her hat, then picks herself up onto her feet and pads over to her backpack. She glances down at his supplies again as she passes, her eyes lingering on his notebook, and after she's dragged her pack over next to the fireplace and sat back down (inwardly mourning the lack of a soft couch and chairs in this house), she says:]
Keeping a journal, Armin?