[Tonic takes all of these words in, measuring them against what he knows and deciding that it is very, very unlikely to be some kind of elaborate lie, especially this late in their game.]
The truth is good enough for me, babe.
[and after a moment or two, he uncurls from where he has been sitting, slithering forward so that he can rest on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, resting his face in his hands. he even kicks his feet up, a wooden one and a real one, like a teenage girl at a sleepover.]
So what's your necklace made of? [a sly smile.] This one's not for the game.
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The truth is good enough for me, babe.
[and after a moment or two, he uncurls from where he has been sitting, slithering forward so that he can rest on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, resting his face in his hands. he even kicks his feet up, a wooden one and a real one, like a teenage girl at a sleepover.]
So what's your necklace made of? [a sly smile.] This one's not for the game.