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“Well, they do say that two heads are better than one at figuring things out. Although, if that were the case, I think the Minstrel has been severely overestimating us.” Han’urel chuckled. “I’ve never been a scholar, you know? I usually let the other Scions do most of the thinking. I swear some of them get all hot and bothered when they get to show off their academic credentials.”
“Ah, same here. I love to study, and read, and learn, but I’m better at doing things with my hands,” Caranraw said, then laughed suddenly as a random thought crossed his mind. “I hope we’re not meant to, like, literally go two-headed, like a Warrior of Light Prime or Mamool Ja twins or anything, because you’re cute and you seem like a nice guy but I don’t do that sort of thing on the first date.”
Han’urel felt all his blood rise to his cheeks. He turned his face away and stammered out a few half-formed words before he could string a reply together. “Yeah. No. Let’s… let’s not do that. I’m… sure… we can put our heads together the regular way.”
“Hmm. And here I forgot the lip balm at home.”
Han’urel let out an undignified grunt, then swatted Caranraw repeatedly on the arm until they both stopped laughing.