(She makes his fingers wiggle when he doesn't protest, and then she makes him flip himself off because she can. The more she gets used to it, the easier it is to bend his fingers, flex his wrist. He's just letting her do it too which is kind of wild, but she appreciates the opportunity to remember how exactly to do this.
Anyway, the phone.
Magnus Burnsides looks like a pretty nice guy. He makes furniture and works with dogs. That's pretty cool. Lucretia scrolls through his tweets for a bit, chuckling every so often, and then she gets bored of that and hits the back button.)
Are you still friends? Are you friends with everybody on this? (She's scrolling through the timeline, looking at various photos whenever they pop up. It's... like a scrapbook. It's like taking notes and scribbling in pictures to match except everybody can see it. Does that not get nerve-wracking? Eventually she finds how to get to Taako's profile, and reads through his little flavour text with interest.)
'Sizzle it up with'... are you a chef? (Wait, is he famous?? The little number atop the word 'followers' is much, much larger than Magnus' had been. Lucretia stares at it, wide-eyed.)
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(She makes his fingers wiggle when he doesn't protest, and then she makes him flip himself off because she can. The more she gets used to it, the easier it is to bend his fingers, flex his wrist. He's just letting her do it too which is kind of wild, but she appreciates the opportunity to remember how exactly to do this.
Anyway, the phone.
Magnus Burnsides looks like a pretty nice guy. He makes furniture and works with dogs. That's pretty cool. Lucretia scrolls through his tweets for a bit, chuckling every so often, and then she gets bored of that and hits the back button.)
Are you still friends? Are you friends with everybody on this? (She's scrolling through the timeline, looking at various photos whenever they pop up. It's... like a scrapbook. It's like taking notes and scribbling in pictures to match except everybody can see it. Does that not get nerve-wracking? Eventually she finds how to get to Taako's profile, and reads through his little flavour text with interest.)
'Sizzle it up with'... are you a chef? (Wait, is he famous?? The little number atop the word 'followers' is much, much larger than Magnus' had been. Lucretia stares at it, wide-eyed.)