[That's their single call to fame, in many ways - being unable and unwilling to let things go, to a truly ridiculous extent, unless something else waylays them. Until a flare of gold-tinted pride worms its way into the center of them, reflected from someone else's head.]
[Their smile stutters, and the rhythm is lost.]
...yes. Yes, of course. [Scrambling for some kind of joke to make, and unable to locate one, they can do nothing but look away.] I was thinking oleander.
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[Their smile stutters, and the rhythm is lost.]
...yes. Yes, of course. [Scrambling for some kind of joke to make, and unable to locate one, they can do nothing but look away.] I was thinking oleander.