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[edgeoftheknife]

Look, ah.

There's something I've been meaning to tell you, for... well, probably close to two hundred years, now. It's been on my mind a lot lately, and I think I need to just come clean about it.

So, here goes.

Anton?

You snore. A lot.

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[edgeoftheknife]

My bed warmer is Anton, yes. Anton Shudder. Proprietor of the Midnight Hotel?

[backwordscompatible]

To-may-to, to-mah-to at this point.

[In other words, still not buying the total denial at the specific label.]

I recognize the name, but I wouldn't have had a reason to see him very often. I've been staying at the Welcome Center ever since we got back from the Dreaming Realm. No reason to move out.

[edgeoftheknife]

Oh no, we're not doing the tomato thing here. There is a very definite level of candies and flowers and snogging that is completely lacking in this relationship.

[Still in a good mood, although he's play-acting being terribly serious about this.]

The Welcome Center? You mean there's an information stand for all of this turtle nonsense and I missed it?

[backwordscompatible]

[Her face twisted into a (clearly faux) look of guilt.]

We've been hiding in plain sight all these years. Surprise?