[That's pretty cute, actually. For the first time in months, Stanley cracks a little bit of a smile. It's nice, to do something for someone and have them appreciate it. It makes it totally worthwhile, even if somewhere the ghost of a librarian wants his balls on a platter.]
It's all good.
[Now, if he can just manage not to embarass her by asking about her ears...]
[He leans down a little, to check it out. His own hair falls in his face when he does, and he has to stop and blow it out of the way first. But yep, those sure are some pointy ears. Cool.]
Uh, no. Why would I bring you that? Shakespeare's been dead since my great grandmotger's great great grandmother was a baby or something. That's why I thought it'd make you feel at home.
Where I am from, you only see that sort of language in older texts - and religious texts, for that matter. Human ones, anyway. [she hums thoughtfully to herself] I do not think there is even an equivalent in my own language. If there is, I do not know it.
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