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[Yep. Awkward. Fortunately he's the guy to break awkward silences.]

So, you wanted to ask me something?

[Don't mind him as he just grabs two different bottles from behind the bar and heads up the stairs. He feels like he needs just one of these for himself alone.]

Yes, there is.

[ Good thing she's talking to him of all people. She'll follow his lead with walking up stairs. ]

I'm curious about how emotions work here. I've noticed that they can be quite 'vocal' at times.

Aah, yeah. That. [Hopefully she won't bring up what just happened.]

Apparently in this world, emotions are like another energy source, kind of like mana back home. Whenever we feel something, it goes out into the world. And these crystals—[He stops partway up the stairs to pull his out from beneath his shirt. It's a light shade of blue.]—collect some of them as emotion drops.

[Resuming the walk. Just a few more steps and they'll be on the second floor landing and then it's just a few more to the office door. It's a small hallway, with a couple of other rooms. Some occupied with storage, some still vacant (and one repurposed as a nap room).] Don't ask me how it all works, though. Jude would probably be better for the technical details. All I do know is there's not much control to it.

[Fishing out keys.] Well, at least used to. [Click goes the lock and he opens the door to his office. It's not large, but spacious enough to be quaint and comfortable. It's also situated above the entrance so he can see both sides of the corner.] This whole dunamis is kind of new, but apparently you can learn to control your emotions better.

[ Lucky for him, she's good at reading people. That, and she knows him well enough that it would be best to ignore and not use it as an example. ]

Interesting. Feeling a wide range of emotions isn't bad if that is the case and it will be beneficial, for the main part. [ It makes sense why she she has one, which she decided to place around her wrist. ] I might have to pay a visit to the good doctor in that case.

[ One step at a time however. Speaking of steps, Presa quite happily enters the office. It's a lot more private to talk than in front of people -- and customers --.]

Can't you learn to do that yourself though?

[He pulls out a chair for her before sitting down at his desk.]

What, controlling emotions? In a sense, but not always. It's like no matter how you try to hide it, your innermost emotions will take some form, and sometimes not for the better. I've seen things break and bend by people who outwardly looked fine, but were inwardly seething.

Dunamis actually teaches you how to redirect and channel that energy to the point where such strong reactions no longer happen and you can even use it like an arte.

[ A true gentlemen. ]

That makes sense. [ She would know, haha... ] Well there is a saying that you've got to look out for the quiet ones. Interesting how when it's negative, a negative effect happens and the same with a positive emotion.

A lesson we can all learn. ... Like an arte? Hm, a decant reward in that case.

That's pretty much how it works. Once it happens to you, you understand pretty quick. Even better, other people can influence and even counteract your emotions. It took a lot of time getting used to it, but it's kind of handy. Even if takes emotional drama to a whole new level.

I think the reward in learning, though, is the benefit of not having your emotions go haywire on the place. Even if things broken by emotions tend to fix themselves, still not exactly convenient.

Well, at least there is someone that can help prevent emotions going haywire.

... It sounds as if it's best to get in touch with your own emotions. I mean, seeing that you can learn to control, you would need to be able to do so.

[ Mustn't be easy for those who try to hide their emotions, like herself. ]

I think that's actually the first step of dunamis. ...Or was it the second. [A wry laugh and a shrug.] Haven't really had much time to try it and my emotions are pretty stable. [For the most part.] You should look it up. I've heard some folks are going to teach it.

[Yep. Not easy.]

Naturally you would forget.

[ Presa runs her fingers over her amulet. ] ... I will think about it. I -- [ She closes her mouth quickly and shook her head. ]

I'll see how I feel about it.

Hey, I didn't forget necessarily. [At least. Not how she's implying. Rude.] I'll probably read up on it again, anyway.

[But he does notice her behavior, and he's curious about what she was going to say. In fact there may be a somewhat questioning look directed at her, but he won't press. Since it sounds like time for a topic change—]

So what else did you want to know?

Uh-huuuh. [ Something is wrong if she's being too sweet or nice for to long. ] A wise idea.

[ Presa hums in thought. There is quite a few other questions, but some of them she feels as if they would be best left alone. She'll come up with something easy, nothing important but a question that will allow her to spend some more time with him.

She won't admit it out loud, but she is enjoying her time around Alvin. ]

Well ... why don't you tell me more about what you have here? I'm quite interested in who you're working with and how everything is running.

[He's really wondering what's on her mind, but... ...No, he really can't ask. Were it anyone else, he'd probably try to worm it out of them, but with her—just feels a little too soon for him. For them, maybe. He'll keep an eye out, but for now he has this question to handle.

...And of course it's about him. He had been afraid of that, but he also expected it. There's definitely a lot of "new things" for him to tell her, after all.]

You mean the restaurant? [A drum of his fingers as he wonders where to start.] Well I'm not sure if you met her yet, but the co-owner and head chef is Milla—fractured Milla. [...It never sets well with him that he has to make that distinction like that, and it shows in the way he had to clarify.] It was actually after having some of her food that I got the idea and offered her to try a joint ownership. [Although he a somewhat ulterior motive. He had felt it would help her something to do and find some purpose here. Something different to help her continue to differentiate herself from prime Milla.] Another one of my friends, Ludger, helps her out.

This place is staffed by other Otherworlders, and we try to make meals based off recipes from other worlds. Gives an exotic taste for the locals and a little taste of home for us. [Kind of like a cultural exchange.

And although she did kind of direct the question at him, as usual he's cleverly spoken while not putting himself in the focus.]

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[ One day he can ask and she might respond, but for now Presa is likely to keep it to herself. Just like a lot of stuff to be honest.

She is interested in him and he's well being so she'll naturally ask. Not to mention it will serve as a good distraction. ]

M'hm. ... I've come across her, Milla too. She was rather odd and very different from the Milla I know. [ But there is something about this Milla that makes her like her more than the Prime. It might be because they don't have that rough history. (Or that they're sort of alike, even if she isn't aware of it yet.) ]

That isn't a bad idea, having recipes from other worlds. It would help a lot with those that are homesick.

[ Baby steps. She isn't going to push him into that type of situation unless he wants to be in it. ]

[If there's one thing these two have in common, it's their ability to hide secrets. Alvin may be more honest these days, but he's no open book. The reader has to actually flip and search the pages for things to be revealed.]

Heh, yeah, Milla has her own attitude about things. It's like seeing twins. [And a lighter, more curious glance at her.] Any particular meal you'd like to see?

[Although memories of some of her favorite foods are already coming to mind. Not all, and some would require some more reminding, but at least generally. Just things he normally wouldn't think about, but her presence naturally serves as a trigger.]

[ They're two peas in a pod. Maybe Alvin can give her a lesson or two on how to open up to people because she's still having some trouble with that. ]

It can be quite confusing when it comes to those two. [ It takes her a moment to answer because food had been the last thing on her mind. ]

Seafood Stew. Pot au Feu as well, they were both enjoyable to eat when I had the time.

[Baby steps.

But when he hears her answer, there's a breath of laughter as he grins.]

I had a feeling you'd say something like that. Fortunately I'm fairly certain we can make it, so you'll have another chance.

I believe I'll have a lot more free time here to be able to so I do look forward to it.

[ Not having to run around everywhere has it's pros. ]

I do expect it to taste just how I like them though.

If you're going to be that picky, you'll have to make it yourself.

Haha, I'll have to say no. I suppose I will just have to deal with it in that case.

[ She wouldn't dare try taking Milla's job from her. ]

Just make it at home, then. I could even recommend some grocers we work with if you want some deals.

Why not, it will save me from having to spend money and I get to stay home in doing so.

[See Presa, stick with him and you can get allll the good deals.

Because of the flow of conversation, he actually almost asks where she's living now. But he manages to stop himself.]

I'll give it to you afterward. And speaking of—I'm sure you had other questions.

[ He can always get her the best deals and Presa will happily accept them. ]

Perfect. Oh? [ She leans forward in her chair. ] And what do you think they might be?

Well considering you started off asking about the emotions, I figured you had more about this place.

Unless the questions about the restaurant are a not so subtle hint that you're also suddenly interested in my life as well.

[The words just flow smooth as butter and he doesn't bat an eye on the latter. Although he expected more of the former, he also prepared himself for any personal question she might dish out at him. He just also wasn't sure if she would actually be interested. So he took the leap and placed the bold question out there, seeing how she takes it.]

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