[Paul looks down at Falco's burgeoning hope, and he answers it with a smile like an egg cracked open, some soft feathered thing inside wet with newness visible through the fracture.]
Thank you, Falco. And that's another thing I came to talk to you about.
[Paul searches out a table and sets out his wax paper wrapped goods on it, a selection of sweet stuffed buns and flaky rolls. There's even a thing like baklawa, layered sheets of thin pastry bound together with honey, spices, and chopped nuts. He does this carefully, with a black, roiling volatility caged in his ribs.
When Falco comes back, he'll find Paul seated at the table, and another wrapped bundle about the size of one of his closed fists in front of him. He pushes it towards the boy, that new smile still present.]
Why don't you open this first, and then we'll talk about it.
['This', once unwrapped, is a poppet of a bird, a floppy-winged fabric approximation of a falcon with two black button eyes, a plumply stuffed, strangely weighted body with a firm stone in its center, and an effort at resemblance to Perle.]
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Thank you, Falco. And that's another thing I came to talk to you about.
[Paul searches out a table and sets out his wax paper wrapped goods on it, a selection of sweet stuffed buns and flaky rolls. There's even a thing like baklawa, layered sheets of thin pastry bound together with honey, spices, and chopped nuts. He does this carefully, with a black, roiling volatility caged in his ribs.
When Falco comes back, he'll find Paul seated at the table, and another wrapped bundle about the size of one of his closed fists in front of him. He pushes it towards the boy, that new smile still present.]
Why don't you open this first, and then we'll talk about it.
['This', once unwrapped, is a poppet of a bird, a floppy-winged fabric approximation of a falcon with two black button eyes, a plumply stuffed, strangely weighted body with a firm stone in its center, and an effort at resemblance to Perle.]