[She blinks once, not taking his meaning, but he's gone before she can ask him what the hell he means. By the time he's back he's got feathers and a smile which- actually is probably something you could say about Sturmhond often enough. She's still not sure why he doesn't have a big hat.]
Well, alright. But I was talking to get the clumps out, you know.
[But she takes it anyway, spinning it once between her fingers, smooth line of the quill before dipping the whole thing in the little excuse for a pot. Swirls it around quick before drawing it back out.]
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Well, alright. But I was talking to get the clumps out, you know.
[But she takes it anyway, spinning it once between her fingers, smooth line of the quill before dipping the whole thing in the little excuse for a pot. Swirls it around quick before drawing it back out.]
I don't think it's your color.
[Not nearly teal enough.]