Thinking all that tickling may be a little unnecessary, he'll have finished off that kebab and taken another sip of wine when he sees the heron leaving and Benedikta turning to him, keys in hand. Well, he can't deny she got them, and so with a light chuckle, he'll subtly raise his glass to her as if in a toast before he takes one last drink to finish it off, sets down the glass, and makes his way over.]
I see you had some fun.
[A low voice as he discretely moves himself to obscure her from view.]
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...She's never tickled him—
Thinking all that tickling may be a little unnecessary, he'll have finished off that kebab and taken another sip of wine when he sees the heron leaving and Benedikta turning to him, keys in hand. Well, he can't deny she got them, and so with a light chuckle, he'll subtly raise his glass to her as if in a toast before he takes one last drink to finish it off, sets down the glass, and makes his way over.]
I see you had some fun.
[A low voice as he discretely moves himself to obscure her from view.]