Tora : "Good heavens, Isaiah, you're heavy." Isaiah : "I'm sorry!" Tora : "Stop apologising, it wasn't a complaint."

*Tora shifts*

Tora : "Gods, this stuff is ghastly." Lyn : "You don't die if you breathe it in! Thanks for doing that, by the way." Tora : "Well, I don't need one of those reprehensible masks. How go the eyebrows?"
Lyn :	"I'm looking through Malakhim's site again, but I think they're going ok. That is, I'm happy with them, but she knows him better than me. Maybe they're way off."

Tora :	"Of course they're way off. They're pencil guides. They're going to look peculiar until you paint them."
Lyn : "Thank you Tora." Tora : "Hmm? What for?" Lyn : "For being your usual sensible self."