"You do know that she doesn't come in on Saturday, right?" Ranna asked, refilling his tea. "Not in the morning, at least. Sometimes she'll come in at night, if she's bored and lonely enough. Just letting you know."
His pencil stopped, then started again.
"You're rather good," she continued. "Despite what you think." She tapped her head, then walked away.
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