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[curriculum_fictae]

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[curriculum_fictae]

[ That’s … potentially true, damn it. But Martin is going to SOMETHING here. ]

Tea then. Tea won’t be noticed.

[hijoperdido]

.... Just tea?

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Just tea. And I’ll only take a few precooked items that won’t be missed. All right?

[hijoperdido]

... All right. [He nods, already figuring out how to best hide the kettle they'll use. But he grabs two of his cups from this room to carry out with them.]

Just... Quiet. And then we'll get some tea. Tea is fine, tea is easy.

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[ Martin offers to take one of the cups. ]

Of course. I’m extremely good at moving quietly in the kitchen.

[hijoperdido]

[Okay fine take one of the cups. He'll scootch on ahead to get the door and peek through first. Sounds like everyone is out in the village so... Creaking that door open a little more to sneak out.]

If you say so.

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[ Martin follows after, then, being careful to step out. ]

My - um. My mother. She … we had a complicated relationship.

[hijoperdido]

[His step hitches for just a second before he peeks around the corner of the kitchen. Then motions for Martin to follow. The tiles along the counter flip and turn, bringing a kettle to the stove top burner.]

Moms, right? They, uh. They make things hard sometimes.

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[ Martin continues to follow. And once he’s in the kitchen, he starts rummaging around the kitchen for tea. (Startles as the kitchen responds helpfully to him, nudging tins of tea and sugar etc. towards him.) ]

Yeah. They do. And you love them, so you can’t leave them, but …

[hijoperdido]

But it's difficult being around them.

[He's digging through the breakfast leftovers on a plate - arepas, paella, huevos pericos. All things that won't be noticeable as missing. Just maybe Camilo came and had extra when no one was looking.]

So, y'know, I just - I like staying close. Oh, thanks, Casita. [Just not even hesitating when the house brings over some spoons and forks.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Yeah. That exactly.

[ He. Um. Stares at the forks traveling over? ]

S. Sorry, is the. Is the house doing this?

[hijoperdido]

Oh, yeah that's just Casita.

[The shutters in front of Martin swing gently in response.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Um.

[ He. Waves back??? ]

Is it safe.

[hijoperdido]

Oh, yeah. Casita's great, helps us out every day. Part of the magic.

[Plate piled with just enough to share but not enough to be worrisome, Bruno grabs the forks and starts keeping an eye on the window.]

Usually gives me a head's up when the family's coming back.

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[ Martin, meanwhile, brews them a fine cup of tea. Hesitantly taking the supplies Casita offers. ]

Is it … sentient? Then? Does it understand you?

[hijoperdido]

For the most part, yeah. Been like this as long as I can remember.

[He gently pats the counter, watching Martin now.]

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[ He is a LITTLE FREAKED OUT??? Like. Jumping a bit whenever the house lifts a tile to wave. ]

A-and it’s never. Um. Swallowed anyone up? Hurt them? Gotten them impossibly lost…?

[hijoperdido]

What? No. Casita's like part of the family. It wouldn't hurt any of us.

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…

I. Suppose you would know. I just had a very different experience with my last sentient domicile.

[hijoperdido]

Clearly.

[He just kind of shrugs as the tiles bring the steaming kettle over.]

Come on, we should - Should get back.

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[ Martin carefully takes it then. ]

R-right ah. Lead the way.

[hijoperdido]

[Leave no evidence, just grabbing everything they need and leading the way back to the little door by the cabinet. He can't knock with his hands full like this but it's fine, it'll be fine, it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fin

He sets the plate down on the floor and knocks his little series of knocks before picking it back up. The tension all bled out of his shoulders in relief.]

Sorry, it's just - It's better if we don't sit out here too long, because sometimes they can see through a window anyway, Luisa's usually walking around a lot and can see in, and Dolores can hear us anyway, but she's- She's good, she doesn't spill the beans or anything.

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[ This. This poor guy. Superstitious on top of everything. Martin won’t blame him; he’ll just hold the guy’s stuff carefully. ]

Um, who is Dolores then?

[hijoperdido]

Hm? Oh, my oldest sobrina. Sister's daughter, you know, she uh. Her gift she got was being ale to hear anything and everything. She knows everything, definitely hears me and the rats, but she's - She's great, she hasn't told anyone.

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[ …… is that Eye again … ]

Why don’t you talk to her then?