The reporter came out of Lois just then and her blue eyes looked first at Jon and then at Svalin with an inquisitive intensity of unparalelled proportions. The inability of Jon's to speak with ease, the blush reaching the girl's cheeks. Lois knows almost everything she needs to know in an instant.
Mom ESP helps, too.
"I see. I have a solid idea of...things. And this is why you've brought her home, son?"
Getting up, she goes to get the full pitcher of tea before returning to the table.
"If he's out of line even once with you, Svalin, you have my permission to punch him to next week."
A smile, one almost entirely untouched by grief, tiptoed to her lips as she sits down.
"You two both seem like you want to talk to me about something."
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