[ Being already inside when she arrives, he misses her grand entrance with Waffle (probably for the best, considering their tense truce from the previous encounter).
Kahlil is in the same uniform he usually arrives in: gray cassock with moons on the collar, black cloak over it. Too warm for the weather outside, but that doesn't matter much here. He's seated on the other side of the wide trunk of the tree, the empty journal in front of him as he manifests information onto it. When he hears/feels her enter, he peeks his head around, smiling for a moment before calling over: ]
Boo.
[ A giggle that only he can hear tickles at the back of his neck. ]
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Kahlil is in the same uniform he usually arrives in: gray cassock with moons on the collar, black cloak over it. Too warm for the weather outside, but that doesn't matter much here. He's seated on the other side of the wide trunk of the tree, the empty journal in front of him as he manifests information onto it. When he hears/feels her enter, he peeks his head around, smiling for a moment before calling over: ]
Boo.
[ A giggle that only he can hear tickles at the back of his neck. ]