In their quaint apartment, Thayva paused in the doorway to where her husband was nearly done organizing books. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him and his cleanliness quirk lovingly. She sighed softly, not wanting to interrupt or add more stress about having to add something else to their shopping list. 
	When he turned and spoke to her, she tried to give him a small smile. “It will be, love. The dining hall is back to normal. The children and staff scrubbed it spotless, and I sent them off to bathe. We [i]all[/i] need that tonight." She was sure she smelled quite rancid, though she had long since grown fairly used to the stench. "But, Ferdinand informed me that we’re dangerously low on cleaning supplies,” she finished with a frown.

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	Nick, dressed similarly to his companions, gave a snorted laugh in agreement with Aurelian. His mind already wandered back to the book, as well as a couple academic assignments, as they waited for a couple tables to free. He grinned when Jorn showed a concern for the dwarf.
	“Uh huh,” Nick raised an eyebrow when Jorn looked to the floor. “And you’re thinking about [i]her.[/i]" He placed his hands on the back of his head and leaned toward Jorn as he continued in a playfully taunting voice. "Bet she’s thinking about you, too, wherever she is."