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"Massster..." this came from a disembodied head floating in front of Raistlin's desk. The archmagus didn't look up immediately, busy scratching writing onto a piece of flattened parchment, the quill in his thin golden fingers practically vibrating with the speed of his notes.

Genessia was a land of fascinating marvels. He'd be sure not to forget a single one.

"Masssster pleasssse," the head tried a second time.

Finally, Raistlin glanced up, impatient at the interruption. "What?"

"Therrrre is an intruderrr in the Grrove."

That. That was interesting, and Raistlin's hand finally stilled. "In the Grove, you say?"

"Yesssss. The defenderrrssss have not been able to kill it..."

Extremely interesting. Something from Genessia, no doubt, nothing else would make sense. The blackrobe dabbed the last of the ink off the feather quill onto a pad and set the instrument aside, and then took the time to carefully close up the inkwell. This could take a while.

And so it was that whatever this stranger was doing, he suddenly wasn't the only living creature in the dark, ancient grove. Raistlin lurked in the deepest shadows, silently watching.

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Staring contest, go!

"Why are you interested in having me leave the tower?"

"Beeeeeeeeecaaaaaauuuuuussseeeee I wanna hang out with you more, and I like to leave the tower."

"How unfortunate, then, that I have little use for any of the worlds outside of this place."

Cuz fuck 'em, that's why!

"Look you could at least come get coffee with me, we don't have to talk to anyone. No one talks to anyone in the coffee shop, they're all there because they need coffee."

"Is that something that friends do?"

Or are you asking him on a date.

"Yes, that is something that friends do, it's something that best friends do too, true story. I've had friends before."

"That would make one of us."

You're his firsty first, Wade.

"Very well."

".... You're gonna go to the coffee shop with me? ... What wait really?"

"Is this a trick question of some sort?"

He'd said yes, hadn't he?

"Iiiii actually expected more of an argument.

...

Fuckin' sweet, it's a date."

"It is hardly that," Raistlin sniffed, disdainful. "I will consider it repayment for what was done here yesterday."

".... So it's a date."

Raistlin you know this game, Raistlin.

"It is not."

He knows this game but that won't stop him from getting suckered into it regardless.

"It's a coffee date!" You bring this on yourself, sir.

"We are not courting." Look, look, Raistlin's ideas on what 'date' might mean are very much colored by the world he's from, and the sheltered virgin he is even then.

"I didn't say anything about dating dating, it's coffee. On a day. That is a date in time somewhere in the future where we will be meeting.

Date."

After Wade teased him yesterday about calling him 'good looking', Raist was a bit on edge there! But that explanation took some of the visible tension out of the mage, at least, all ready to get righteously mad at being teased in that particular way all over again.

But instead, it was a more generic term? Well then. "...Very well."

"Yeah if I wanted to go on a date date, it'd be the bar, duh. Bro, I'd tell you if we were gonna date date, this is just a coffee date."

Modern lingo sucks, sorry Raistlin.

"Terminology is more vague where you are from, I gather."

Raistlin is a Very Proper Boy and he will not be taken on any Surprise Dates.

"It's not 1619 anymore, a date can be a totally platonic, no kissing allowed thing, I swear. I'm not fucking with you, buddy. Just means two people going out in public somewhere."

"Very well." Good, that's fine then. That's allowable -- he's not the butt of some weird dig at his lack of certain interactions with others.

You know, this time.

Because it's kind of a sore spot.

"Look... dude. I joke around a lot, but I'm not going to bullshit about like-liking you, okay?

Friends don't do that, alright?"

Raistlin just stared, eyes slightly narrowed, and then took another sip of his coffee.

"As I believe I have illustrated, the concept is a new one for me."

"I can tell, but for real, no jokes right now: I wouldn't bullshit you about that, and that's standard for friends."

Caramon had been the one with friends. Everywhere they went, the other had made friends as easily as drawing breath.

Raistlin was tolerated, at best. Only because Caramon would dislike anyone who was too open about their dislike for his sickly, sly twin.

And that was at best.

This was really quite novel, indeed.

"I believe you." There, that was the real repayment for saving his life yesterday and then guarding him against his nightmares. A small, rare measure of faith.

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