[Poor Peregrine. This isn't at all how Varian knows her to be. He can't exactly blame her of course, considering the events of the past weekend, but...it's still hard to see her like this.
He stays put where he is on the other bench, tapping his fingers against his knees as he tries to think of what to say.]
Yeah.
[Eloquent...]
They're...really nice, at least.
[Well made, he means. He's not sure Peregrine needs to hear his thoughts on how they don't really feel all that respectful to him right now.]
And in this garden, too...it's a good place for something like it.
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He stays put where he is on the other bench, tapping his fingers against his knees as he tries to think of what to say.]
Yeah.
[Eloquent...]
They're...really nice, at least.
[Well made, he means. He's not sure Peregrine needs to hear his thoughts on how they don't really feel all that respectful to him right now.]
And in this garden, too...it's a good place for something like it.