At the sound of his voice, she jumped a little, and then grinned in spite of herself. She shifted, the better to accomodate his reaching, and then leaned forward, peering at the jar.
On the contrary, given the look of fascination, she certainly didn't find it appealing, per se; interesting, though, absolutely. "A Transylvania wood sprite," she repeated softly, mindlessly, as she listened to his recitation of the facts. The little thing did look disgusting, but she wasn't concerned with the aesthetics of its appearance.
"And what do you use it for, Theo?" she asked, straightening, in a tone that was half singsong teasing, half burningly morbid curiosity. It might have been obvious that she didn't really expect a truthful, or even serious, response.
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On the contrary, given the look of fascination, she certainly didn't find it appealing, per se; interesting, though, absolutely. "A Transylvania wood sprite," she repeated softly, mindlessly, as she listened to his recitation of the facts. The little thing did look disgusting, but she wasn't concerned with the aesthetics of its appearance.
"And what do you use it for, Theo?" she asked, straightening, in a tone that was half singsong teasing, half burningly morbid curiosity. It might have been obvious that she didn't really expect a truthful, or even serious, response.