Where the Heart Is

Ísja and Num look around the room, both of them looking concerned. Num is grimacing.

NUM (as an aside): "Yeesh..."

ÍSJA: "D'you live here?"

The woman looks over her shoulder at the boys.

WOMAN: "That's one word for it, I guess."

She takes off her wet apron and jacket, draping them on a metal folding chair parked beside the metal table.

WOMAN: "I don't usually get visitors, much less ones asking for directions."

There's a slight pause as she leans against the countertop.

WOMAN: "Though, I guess I owe you one. You slowed them down somehow, didn't you?"

This gives both boys pause. They glance at each other anxiously.

ÍSJA (whispering in Ancient Aitaranian): "What did Mr. Keerko say about magic in this plane? To not bring it up?"

NUM (whispering in Ancient Aitaranian): "I don't know. I stopped listening when they went on that tangent about harmonicas being underappreciated."

The woman narrows her eyes at them, but doesn't comment on how they're whispering to each other.

WOMAN: "Well? How'd you do it?"

Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you all have a nice time hanging out with friends, eating candy, or just chilling out by yourself!


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