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Why do I feel like there's no right answer to that question?

Of course there is! There always is! [Long arms wave expansively, trying to encompass... everything.

And then he pauses.] Okay, no, wait, be kind rewind [He learned that one from the movies they got on Deck. He's rather proud of being able to oh-so-subtley slip it into their conversation.] take a step back maybe it's not and okay, fine, yeah usually there isn't but this time there is and it's that I'm completely right here and this is all wrong o we'll have to tear down and start again.

[They really shouldn't have let him watch movies.]

[So he'll sigh.]

What's wrong with it, then?

It doesn't look anything like a roller coaster!

[Or... what he thinks a roller coaster should look like.]

[Flatly]

You've never seen a roller coaster. In person.

So? You should be able to feel the wind in you hair!

[Dryly] I'll see what I can do.

[Finally actually takes notice of his friend instead of the glass wall.]

Wait no I mean, you're great, it's always great, you know that. I just want it to be perfect.

[Because... if he couldn't touch the outside, he could at least look at it, right Asarlai?]

The perfectionist side of you is a new one, Stultus.

[But you know, he can nudge the Fool with an elbow lightly. All is forgiven, of course.]

[Stultus slumps back, rocking on his heels thoughtfully.]

Special occasions, my friend. They bent enough to let this happen! That means there's only hope for more int he future.

[Give the Fool an inch, and he'll manage to take a mile while trying to convince you it was your own idea.]

Well, if anyone's going to make it happen...

So much faith.

[An amused nudge, since the Fool managed very few of his exploits without the Magician supporting him.]

I know you well enough, Stultus, I don't need faith.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

[An arm is slung companionably around Asarlai's shoulders - Christophe forgets himself, sometimes, caught up in the love of it all.]

Good thing I've got such skill at it.

[Well, Christophe is one of the few he's unlikely to shrug off, so there's that.]

[Not paying attention because he's lost in his own thoughts?

...probably, actually. Things have been Off since they were hauled home again. The fracture in the base hasn't healed entirely yet.]

...all of it?

[Thank much for small favors.]

It's one of your greatest qualities, I think. Gets us out off all sorts of places.

Some of it. Lots of it. Most of it. Yeah, kind of all of it don't you think?

[Because the Arcana's disagreement about how to handle the 'Deck' had shown - at least the Fool - how little they really understood one another.]

Sometimes.

[And sometimes, apparently, he just gets them into more trouble.]

But thank you.

No more than expected.

[The decision to pull back, after all, had been handed down. Hadn't remotely been an impulse from Burke's own heart.]

Only a pity we can't change it.

That's what I'm here for~

Not that.

[An exasperated look for the Tower, complete with rolled eyes and vague amusement.]

This!

[Expansive gesticulating. Understand from his wild motions, maaaaaan!]

[...he's trying.

But Christophe, your gesticulating means so very little.

Where are the words.]

[An annoyed humph, and he crosses his arms.]

Our home Burke. We're wrong now.

[Almost as wrong as just after the war.]

[Well. Maybe it's just a fundamental breakdown.]

That I don't see.

[Christophe is hurt by this. You can tell by his pout.]

It's the way they don't meet eyes.

Has that not been the case for some time?

It's worse again.

[Christophe crossed his arms, staring blankly - sadly - at the windows.]

No one ever noticed as it got better. That greener grass saying is stupidly right.