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SPOILER!!: Gavin Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo 
Did he think it would be of much help? Objectively? It was possible and he could give her a vial or two to take home, feed it to him with his breakfast before the test so Gavin nodded. There was all kinds of hope for the kid when you used the right potion in the right dosage amount. The 'Mmm' he figured was as close to her admitting he had a point as he would get and he'd take it. He knew enough to survive the real world and when did a wizard ever need algebra anyway? A bunch of letters and numbers mixed together, he didn't even know letters had their own nummerical value. Strange.
That wasn't exactly what he'd been implying when he called her an inspiration to sugar addicts all over but he could have let her have it...could have. Didn't mean he would. "I was more thinking of you being somewhat of a source. You know what happens to the source when someone's trying to take down an entire system?" She could answer that question while he unwrapped his sandwich, her knowing military strategy and all that in some capacity.
He'd only gotten in a bite before she thought to seriously question an idle statement. He could indulge her in the truth or he could poke fun at her for a bit. The second option always proved the more dangerous but how seriously could she really take him in the end? "It's got the same prinicple of you knowing fire burns but playing with it anyway then coming to me for a healing salve--of course I'd give you the salve eventually but that's it, eventually." After he'd poked his fun and had his laugh.
Emily may not have been seeing what was so fascinating in her choice of words but he did. She said love and didn't ask for mouth wash shortly after or grimace or make a face. This was what the common man deemed improvement in the same way he'd improved where contact was concern. "Just making sure." He commented with a casual shrug and another sip of the coffee. "I'll admit it's even better than the stuff they have on level 3." The place he formally thought had the best coffee. This was good to note.
There was very little that could be said to reassure her about Zeke's prospects, and though Gavin seemed to be the bearer of hope with all his potions and whatnot, she was beginning to doubt whether a wit-sharpening potion would have enough brunt to do the kid justice. Or was she being too harsh? Perhaps. Either way, his small nod didn't do anything to instill confidence in the matter, it was simply something to be endured - like a storm.
And again, he didn't seem to be complimenting her thoughts much at all. She was certain her interpretation of his original statement was correct, and she was an inspiration to be emulated... though, apparently not. "Uh huh," she murmured, sipping her coffee once more. The faith he had in her was phenomenal, overwhelming even... ..... .... "I'm better than that," she stated simply. Would be deny it? Now there was a thought to mull over. Instead of dwelling on the negative, she continued to focus on the positive, her croissant. Taking another bite, she relaxed a bit more in her seat.
As for Gavin rabbiting on about healing salves and fires and whatnot... it was irrelevant. Emily stared, sipped what remained of her coffee and stared, before finishing her croissant and moving on to open her sandwich. "It's a good thing I'm a big enough girl and can look after myself then," she replied idly, convinced that she didn't need him or anyone else to save her. She was no damsel in distress after all.
Focusing not on what he had said, but on what the topic she preferred given the options, Emily considered Gavin's statement regarding the coffee. It was better than level three, hands down, but it was also easily the best coffee in the Ministry - and she would know, having sampled it all at one time or another. "Leaps and bounds better than level three," she clarified out of necessity. It wasn't to say the stuff was bad, it was rather decent, but in comparison... it was weaker. Taking a bit of her sandwich, Emily instinctively moved to wash it down with another mouthful of coffee... only to realise that there was none. Cups needed to start refilling themselves, or heads would roll.
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