[a very queer look crosses her face as she's not sure what to say to that. here she thought it had some magical significance, worried they'd neglected to do something, and it turned out it was just Archimedes being cranky and himself. slowly, it dissolves into a smile, and she shakes her head]
Well, then, will he be mad if I don't bring it back until tomorrow? I'd bring it to the castle now, but I'm exhausted.
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Well, then, will he be mad if I don't bring it back until tomorrow? I'd bring it to the castle now, but I'm exhausted.