[Standing at the open window, dressed in nothing but the shorts and t-shirt she went to bed in and with one side of her hair sticking slightly away from her head, Vennessa squints down at the little bard.
Then she opens the window a little wider.]
Come on then... the cold's getting in. [She has an idea of what this is about... and she doesn't think it'll take much to make him crack.]
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Then she opens the window a little wider.]
Come on then... the cold's getting in. [She has an idea of what this is about... and she doesn't think it'll take much to make him crack.]
Then you can tell me where the fire is.