He has more questions himself, now, but they can wait. Neal doesn't have a long walk--the library is close to his cabin I think. So Allan isn't there for more than a couple of minutes before he arrives himself.
"Ken, mostly." It's a nice, firm nod. But he should probably elaborate.
"It's part of my homework that Eiffel's helping me with, and it's kind of fun to think of words that rhyme. I'm not used to that. The thinking part." A pause. "Well, no, I do that a lot, probably too much, but I guess, the, uh, imagination part?"
Neal manages to not laugh. He manages, even, to listen with a completely straight face, because this truly is like a conversation with one of his after-school kids.
"The homework-- it was figuring out things you like, right? Something along those lines?"
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He has more questions himself, now, but they can wait. Neal doesn't have a long walk--the library is close to his cabin
I think. So Allan isn't there for more than a couple of minutes before he arrives himself."Allan?"
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"Let's talk while we head for the poetry. What's got you interested?"
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"It's part of my homework that Eiffel's helping me with, and it's kind of fun to think of words that rhyme. I'm not used to that. The thinking part." A pause. "Well, no, I do that a lot, probably too much, but I guess, the, uh, imagination part?"
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"The homework-- it was figuring out things you like, right? Something along those lines?"