[ Ah yes, hope springs eternal, slips on a banana peel, and breaks its neck on the rocks. And here comes company. Philip lowers the book, and to his credit does a fairly decent job at not going about it too grudgingly. He was supposed to keep making acquaintances anyway, and--
--his finger twitches, the smallest beginning of a familiar motion; reach for something to write on, either pocket will do. His hand doesn't actually move. He's got to shake off the uncertainty eventually, now there's another reminder.
And so his lips won't move either. And still, there's the voice: ]
Wouldn't know. Haven't gotten past the fourth page yet. Might still be harmless baking recipes in disguise.
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--his finger twitches, the smallest beginning of a familiar motion; reach for something to write on, either pocket will do. His hand doesn't actually move. He's got to shake off the uncertainty eventually, now there's another reminder.
And so his lips won't move either. And still, there's the voice: ]
Wouldn't know. Haven't gotten past the fourth page yet. Might still be harmless baking recipes in disguise.