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[iliketodruitt]

John had been enjoying his afternoon. Joan was quite a pleasant companion and it was nice to be with someone that didn’t look at him as if trying to decide if at any moment he was going to try and kill them. He could tell she didn’t quite believe everything that was going on, or at least not the more fantastical explanations, but he couldn’t blame her. At least she was being polite about it and humoring him, although he tried not to talk about the more fantastical things.

They had wandered around looking at the various sights, John imparting what memories he had a places or sharing historic significance of something that he had learned over his years. All in all, he was having a wonderful time with her and found it an excellent distraction from his current worries.

“Is there anyone on the island that you know from home?” John asked after moment’s lull in the conversation.

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[lysistrategic]

Joan tests her weight on the foot and winces, not at the ankle but at the twisted boot and the laces cutting into her foot. She scans the room for a table, and finding one, gestures to it. "I'll be fine as soon as I re-lace the boot. Thank you."

But she does wait for him to help her to the table if he will, since her foot is half out of the boot and she'd rather not trip again.

[iliketodruitt]

"Of course," he said, taking her arm and helping her to the table. He was glad that she was not hurt badly, though he could have assisted her to the clinic, even carrying her if necessary. Thankfully, that was not the case.

Especially since this way he could have a lovely tea time with a charming woman. That was a rare opportunity for John and one he didn't want to miss out on.