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[seawanderer]

[This particular elf has never before made an announcement over this system. Responded to it, yes. Gone to hunt down whoever has been on it, yes. But never started it himself. Until today.]

If anyone is in need of help sleeping, I am willing to lend my music. This past month has been difficult, especially, and with this most recent of missions, I know some might need a bit extra to find rest.

And if it is not sleep you wish, but a spar, I can provide that as well.

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[kumoko]

[ Honestly she's fine without fighting. Being a large bladed spider is enough of an edge to make sparring unnecessary now she's not constantly fighting for her life.

She settles down beside him at the music, legs tucked against her body apart from the second pair, which she'll keep out to write. Hey, this tune is pretty relaxing, actually! Makes her think of classical stuff you'd find online set to slideshows of sunsets and unicorns.

Probably shouldn't write that bit, huh. ]

'Mission was easy! Lizards were easy to catch' [ weave weave weave, her writing is lazy today, she keeps skipping words. ] 'Tasted gross though'

[seawanderer]

[They both have people on this train that they can turn to as needed.

Maglor plays as much to sooth her as himself, needing the calming sounds to keep from giving into the mad craze that could latch on in the presence of a decent sized spider like her. He'd promised not to harm her, after all, and he means to keep it.

He actually finds himself almost chuckling when he reads the choppy sentences.]

Ai, but you have fine defenses they were not expecting. [But the latter has him consider her thoughtfully.] Are you hungry?

[kumoko]

[ She considers the question, still basking in the music. Is she? She could eat, but then she can always eat. Ah, she kind of wants food now?

Hm. Oh, hey! Thanks for reminding her. She pulls open her spatial storage, and retrieves her somewhat depleted bag of assorted candy. It's probably still good. She's not sure if sweets go bad when you're stuck in weird suitcase space.

In a fit of generosity, she offers it for him to pick one. ]

[seawanderer]

[He's not stopping! Not unless he has to for some reason. Which. When she offers him candy has the music trail off in surprise as he struggles to process the leaps they've somehow made since that first disastrous meeting.

But then there's an almost shy little smile that forms and he ducks his head a little in thanks before accepting a piece.]

Thank you.

...Come. I believe there might still be part of an almond tart my father made the other day.

[kumoko]

[ .............. 'favourite elf' is a constantly changing ranked scoreboard in her head, but he might just have slammed himself firmly into the top spot. ]

'In the kitchen???'

[seawanderer]

[He's honored...?

Maglor gently stills the strings of his harp and stands, tucking it under an arm.]

Yes. Father makes the best tarts. [Pride!]

[kumoko]

[ HEY. HEY GUESS WHAT.

~SPARKLING MAGICAL PORTAL~

THEY'RE IN THE KITCHEN NOW. ]

[seawanderer]

[THAT IS NOT A SQUEAK

HE WILL DENY IT

HE WILL ALSO DENY THE MINOR HEART ATTACK IT GIVES HIM

Maglor shakes his head to try and reorient himself, breathing slowly, but then he shakes his head again, this time trying for a wry little smile. Eager child is what this spider is, and he can't help but see it clearly now. So he moves to where he knows his father tends to keep the tarts and what-not, and cuts two generous slices.

He sets her slice down where she can easily get at it, then takes his slice and a fork to the table to sit.]

[kumoko]

[ There's a lot of excited scuttling and clicking as he reorients himself - his panic goes almost unnoticed in her anticipation - and more when he cuts them their slices, but she maintains a patient distance. She also makes a quiet note of where the desserts are stored, because generally she's not brave enough to outright ask Fëanor for any of his baking. ]

'Thanks for the meal!'

[ With the text draped over the table beside his plate, she's ready to enjoy. First, look at the dessert, appreciate it from every angle. Then smell it. Touch it a little. Cut a corner and listen to the crisp sound of scythe blade through pastry. And then... daintily eat the dessert, piece by piece. ]