[ If Gray's buddies are lame, she wonders what that makes Mordred. ]
Yes, it's just me. Mr. Eustace lives next door, though.
[ She puts down the chicken, which starts following her to the kitchen, and wastes no time washing her hands and getting to work. Meanwhile, Mordred will find most of Gray's house isn't very interesting to poke; there are a couple plants here and there, and homely patterned blankets draped over furniture, but overall everything is clean and functional like something out of a real estate ad — aside from the occasional root stabbing through a wall. Only one thing truly stands out: a set of lightweight padded armor on a stand near the entrance, lightly scuffed but otherwise polished to a gleam.
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Yes, it's just me. Mr. Eustace lives next door, though.
[ She puts down the chicken, which starts following her to the kitchen, and wastes no time washing her hands and getting to work. Meanwhile, Mordred will find most of Gray's house isn't very interesting to poke; there are a couple plants here and there, and homely patterned blankets draped over furniture, but overall everything is clean and functional like something out of a real estate ad — aside from the occasional root stabbing through a wall. Only one thing truly stands out: a set of lightweight padded armor on a stand near the entrance, lightly scuffed but otherwise polished to a gleam.
From the kitchen, Gray's voice drifts over. ]
How do you like your eggs?