[What would 800 years be worth if there weren't books involved? Theo lifts a curious eyebrow at the stack next to the hammock, forever interested in what people are reading (or writing, or discussing). But only briefly. He does smile at the fish, lifting a hand to weave around it as it "swims", circles around Theo, flicking its tail with a flutter of stardust.]
[His smile fades just a little, a line forming between his brows as he follows. It's so tempting to just set things down, to avoid making the light, joking mood more serious. But -- ] Well. It might be, actually.
[He can't help a grin at the tone, wry but fond. It makes a sort of sense that seeking out the North Star means you get a meal and a moment off your feet insisted upon. Honestly, it feels like ...a little like home? Not home in the mountains, alone as often as not, though he loves it. More like the idea of a home. Or just Solvunn, maybe, the slightly over-protective sharing of everything -- even after centuries...
Well. He can sit down and be just Teddy for a few minutes if it'll make his host happy.]
[Eyes amused, but tone easy and obedient:] Yessir.
[And he does: sit down that is, politely, once he's inside, perched on one of many, many chairs and pillows and sofas that in concert make the inside look like it's just waiting to host a cozy brunch of everyone Koby knows. The wood floor shimmers a little, with tracked in mica from the sand or from lightly shed stardust.]
You don't have to do anything special, you know that, right.
[Look, Teddy knows how this dance goes, but it's still a required step.]
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[His smile fades just a little, a line forming between his brows as he follows. It's so tempting to just set things down, to avoid making the light, joking mood more serious. But -- ] Well. It might be, actually.
[He can't help a grin at the tone, wry but fond. It makes a sort of sense that seeking out the North Star means you get a meal and a moment off your feet insisted upon. Honestly, it feels like ...a little like home? Not home in the mountains, alone as often as not, though he loves it. More like the idea of a home. Or just Solvunn, maybe, the slightly over-protective sharing of everything -- even after centuries...
Well. He can sit down and be just Teddy for a few minutes if it'll make his host happy.]
[Eyes amused, but tone easy and obedient:] Yessir.
[And he does: sit down that is, politely, once he's inside, perched on one of many, many chairs and pillows and sofas that in concert make the inside look like it's just waiting to host a cozy brunch of everyone Koby knows. The wood floor shimmers a little, with tracked in mica from the sand or from lightly shed stardust.]
You don't have to do anything special, you know that, right.
[Look, Teddy knows how this dance goes, but it's still a required step.]