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Suzi is still not outside. Whistler may come down later, and she meant what she said about preferring not to be out in huge crowds without him. So she's curled up on the end of the couch with a spread of snacks to lure people in for a conversation and a book for when nobody's biting.

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"I have no idea." She says honestly. Raven confuses the hell out of her. (On the confusion scale, he's right below the Foxes.)

Possibly this says more about the Foxes than about Raven.

Yes.

"It is a thing to consider, possibly."

Beat.

"For me. It is not many people who see so."

"I'm confused enough just listening to you talk about it." Suzi admits, "So, um. I don't think I can think about it?"

Raven blinks.

"Oh. Possibly it is not a thing I had intended?"

This time.

"And possibly it was." Says Suzi Darley, "You're weird. Have a pilah."

Raven beams.

"Thank you."

And then he takes the pilah.

Possibly the thanks was for both the compliment and the food.

Possibly.

It is about the size (and shape) of a lemon, but looks rather like an orange. Suzi bites through the rind (tart!) and into the flesh (sweet!) with a happy sigh.

She likes pilah. "You're welcome."

Raven mimics her.

"This, I think, is very good."

Then he inhales it.

She was not wrong when she labeled Raven 'weird'.

Also ravenous, apparently.

It is a thing.

Yeah, she gets that. She waves a hand at all the foot...it's not like she's going to eat much of it and nobody else has come to talk.

Oh, Raven will inhale it.

Most of it.

He is not always quite that rude.

And he likes Suzi.

She's fine with him eating it. She'll take dinner up to Whistler later. Without a human hunger field she's not actually hungry anyway.

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