[ He gives them such a headache sometimes, he really does.
Like now. They can feel the starting pound of one prodding at their temples with Will's continued flippancy, and one eye actually twitches at the reply - good grief is his grammar terrible - before they just. Shut their eyes and take a deep, meditative breath. There's no sense calling him out for it. He'd just spin everything around to paint them as the spoiled rich kid once again, with not even a scrap of shame over driving their reputation into the ground. Better to let it go and let it get out of his system the same way they would any of the Head's truly fixated rants. It's a skill set that they've had plenty of time to practice, after all.
Sigh. But the choice of colour gets them to pry their eyes back open, shooting Will a skeptical glance before they even bother to check if he's right. ]
Of all the pedantic colours to choose from, you pick gray? [ There's a joke here, and it's flying right over their head. Sigh x2 combo. ] ...Wouldn't that just be quartz again?
[ And the worst part of all of this is, he probably is right somehow. It'll be some detective-y logic puzzle where x is the number of crystals already opened, y is the colour variance displayed, or some other obvious-to-everyone-but-Lion repeating pattern that he sees as clear as day but they walked right past until it was too late.
...Still. No way out but through, is there? So with all the dread anticipation of someone walking to their appointed end, they stare down at the freshly opened geode.
Only to stop dead in their tracks at the vibrant green gem twinkling cheerfully in their hands. ]
...Oh.
[ "Ah, what a delightful colour!" rumbles the jewelcrafter, oblivious to the sudden hush. ]
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Like now. They can feel the starting pound of one prodding at their temples with Will's continued flippancy, and one eye actually twitches at the reply - good grief is his grammar terrible - before they just. Shut their eyes and take a deep, meditative breath. There's no sense calling him out for it. He'd just spin everything around to paint them as the spoiled rich kid once again, with not even a scrap of shame over driving their reputation into the ground. Better to let it go and let it get out of his system the same way they would any of the Head's truly fixated rants. It's a skill set that they've had plenty of time to practice, after all.
Sigh. But the choice of colour gets them to pry their eyes back open, shooting Will a skeptical glance before they even bother to check if he's right. ]
Of all the pedantic colours to choose from, you pick gray? [ There's a joke here, and it's flying right over their head. Sigh x2 combo. ] ...Wouldn't that just be quartz again?
[ And the worst part of all of this is, he probably is right somehow. It'll be some detective-y logic puzzle where x is the number of crystals already opened, y is the colour variance displayed, or some other obvious-to-everyone-but-Lion repeating pattern that he sees as clear as day but they walked right past until it was too late.
...Still. No way out but through, is there? So with all the dread anticipation of someone walking to their appointed end, they stare down at the freshly opened geode.
Only to stop dead in their tracks at the vibrant green gem twinkling cheerfully in their hands. ]
...Oh.
[ "Ah, what a delightful colour!" rumbles the jewelcrafter, oblivious to the sudden hush. ]