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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]

No need to be sorry. I... may not be making much sense, actually. I'm not entirely sure I've located my brain yet.

[His voice takes on a slightly teasing edge; that first conversation between them was too much fun. At least at first.]

You will warn me if I'm not making sense, won't you?

[needmetoo]

[The reminder of their first conversation does manage to wrestle another giggle from her.]

It's still missing? Maybe it doesn't want to be found.

[Topic change attempt number 2? Much more successful.]

I will though.

[edgeoftheknife]

Now that I wouldn't doubt. I wasn't very kind to it, I'm afraid. What do you think, shall I offer a reward? Tack a few Missing Persons fliers to the outside of the Hotel?

[He's laughing through most of this.]

Thank you--although now that I think about it, I really don't make much sense most of the time anyway, with or without a brain. You may have signed on for a bigger job than you realize.

[needmetoo]

I think I can handle it.

[After all, she's handled lots more dangerous things back home than telling someone they weren't making sense.

And she could start by helping him "get his brain back."]

And your brain isn't really a person of its own though, is it? Maybe it's hiding, like a puppy. Maybe you should put out something it likes.