[He hasn't been to Wanda's domain in a while. Lately, they were more likely to meet over tea in Nocwich, but that option is gone now. Not forever, Wilhelm hopes, although the only evidence he has to the contrary is his own impatience. How long could the werewolves stay mad at them for refusing to destroy an ancient artifact without knowing the consequences it could unleash?
The landscape has evolved from cloistered woods to a twinkling city, but Wilhelm knows he's in the right place because of the raven that swoops down from the rooftop to greet him. And...to peck at his jacket sleeve, as if in admonishment.]
I know, I know. I should've come to see you sooner, Ferrari.
[Inside, he opens the cupboard to select a mug, and discovers a familiar teacup holding a plump dark berry. He'd forgotten about the stupid thing for over a year, but now it's apparently decided it should be remembered. Pushing it aside, he picks a green mug. Wanda fills it with hot water to dunk the teabag in. As it steeps, she invites him to check out the shelf packed with terrariums. They remind him a little bit of snow globes, miniature worlds tucked behind glass.]
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The landscape has evolved from cloistered woods to a twinkling city, but Wilhelm knows he's in the right place because of the raven that swoops down from the rooftop to greet him. And...to peck at his jacket sleeve, as if in admonishment.]
I know, I know. I should've come to see you sooner, Ferrari.
[Inside, he opens the cupboard to select a mug, and discovers a familiar teacup holding a plump dark berry. He'd forgotten about the stupid thing for over a year, but now it's apparently decided it should be remembered. Pushing it aside, he picks a green mug. Wanda fills it with hot water to dunk the teabag in. As it steeps, she invites him to check out the shelf packed with terrariums. They remind him a little bit of snow globes, miniature worlds tucked behind glass.]
New hobby?