[Um, fine. He's reluctantly satisfied. He intertwines his fingers through his before he finally relaxes, though.]
Good. [He hums, ignoring the fact he's judging his great choices.] I won't make you read every evening if it becomes tiring... so if you had to choose, what would we do?
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Good. [He hums, ignoring the fact he's judging his great choices.] I won't make you read every evening if it becomes tiring... so if you had to choose, what would we do?