"Right, okay, that's probably--yes." Eliot dips back to the kitchen to grab a few crepes, and takes the plate back over to Blue. He grabbed two forks, and offers her one.
"Of course nothing could prevent me from throwing a party," he says, taking a small bite. "But it ended up being rather a bracing time, even if it was, you know, horrible. Going out and killing monsters, like I had a real job again." It's enough to make a man sigh wistfully, if that wouldn't betray something rather pathetic about how he views his own life. Instead, he smiles.
"Everything was very...palatial and rococo back in Fillory," Eliot explains. "I didn't exactly want to go full Clark Kent mundane here, so. Perhaps this is a middle ground? And also it's just practical, I need things to do most magic, so they might as well be organized." He pauses, thinking about it what Blue's said. "It would make for an interesting environment to grow up in, certainly."
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"Of course nothing could prevent me from throwing a party," he says, taking a small bite. "But it ended up being rather a bracing time, even if it was, you know, horrible. Going out and killing monsters, like I had a real job again." It's enough to make a man sigh wistfully, if that wouldn't betray something rather pathetic about how he views his own life. Instead, he smiles.
"Everything was very...palatial and rococo back in Fillory," Eliot explains. "I didn't exactly want to go full Clark Kent mundane here, so. Perhaps this is a middle ground? And also it's just practical, I need things to do most magic, so they might as well be organized." He pauses, thinking about it what Blue's said. "It would make for an interesting environment to grow up in, certainly."