Part 253: Robin C

Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?

Are you studying, Robin?

Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.

Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!

Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else?

A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed.

If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?

Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?

Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.

Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.

Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become...friends. Unless you object, of course.

No, I don't object, per se. But... weren't we already friends?

Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Robin!

Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.

Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then...

Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...

...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that.