Gotta hold onto my roots somehow, Rose. Ain't nobody else gonna keep irony alive here.
[But it's getting too hard to look at her, so he turns his torso toward one of his assorted bags to pick through. He hadn't expected her, but he'd thought of her still in his time here, and the purple puts to mind a thing he'd grabbed for someone else who never made it far enough to retrieve it. After a little digging, he manages to pull out three things: a purple graduation gown (nothing thick, but a layer still), a pair of knitting needles (someone surely would have a use for them eventually, right?), and a book that's one part Lovecraftian horror, one part cheesy romance novel. He hands them over in a bundle.]
Strider Claus got you a present. Just don't try the monsters with those needles; you'll die.
[As much a fact as snow being cold. It slips out before he can hold back on it.]
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[But it's getting too hard to look at her, so he turns his torso toward one of his assorted bags to pick through. He hadn't expected her, but he'd thought of her still in his time here, and the purple puts to mind a thing he'd grabbed for someone else who never made it far enough to retrieve it. After a little digging, he manages to pull out three things: a purple graduation gown (nothing thick, but a layer still), a pair of knitting needles (someone surely would have a use for them eventually, right?), and a book that's one part Lovecraftian horror, one part cheesy romance novel. He hands them over in a bundle.]
Strider Claus got you a present. Just don't try the monsters with those needles; you'll die.
[As much a fact as snow being cold. It slips out before he can hold back on it.]