Probably not. I've lived here a year and I still ain't. I mean, Christ, sometimes I come home and the ceilin' looks like the sky-- that's the next thin' he's workin' on, makin' the ceilin' look like whatever the sky looks like. Though, er, last time he tried he nearly killed us, so.
Excuse me, the rats are on the third floor, the children and grandchildren are fine. Yorick just got a bit o' a scare, that's all, and we fussed over him enough after he didn't even remember.
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Absolutely.
[She picks up the few things they pulled out and puts them back in the basket.]
...How do we get back?
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[He takes her hand and tugs her forward, back down the hill to the cabinet.]
The best part is, nobody can touch it. No monsters'll destroy it.
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[She follows him obligingly.]
Or is that some sort of magic as well?
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[He cuts off as they go through. Squeezing her hand, he leads them back-- and it's painless, but it's also slightly worrying.]
Yeesh. Anyway, they might be, but guess it don't matter much, long as we keep the doors closed and this end locked.
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I wonder if I'll ever get used to this magic business.
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[She pauses.]
...Nearly? What happened?
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Jack!
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He's got a horrible memory.
[She blinks when they emerge on the other side, adjusting her eyes to the light.]
Just be careful. If I hear your house has caved in one day while I'm at the orphanage...
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[She raises an eyebrow, trying not to smile.]
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Oh, yes.
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Don't give me that face.
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But Al-lice--
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