[He passes by her, apple in his hand, sunglasses over his eyes, humming a song he learned from an eight year old boy in a distant dimension. Moniz doesn't remember his name, but he does recall that the song was passed on to him after he successfully saved his pet from the jaws of a giant Jade Crocodile as a gesture of gratitude. It's one of those things that follow him around without any particular meaning. If anything, it's just an memorable melody with an entertaining story attached to it.]
Evening, milady, [He announces without any particular commitment to the words, jovial in tone.] Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
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Evening, milady, [He announces without any particular commitment to the words, jovial in tone.] Hope I'm not interrupting anything.