*One of the scones has started smoking, and she waves at it, fretfully. Ordinarily this would never give her trouble but she's under pressure and where is the damn chocolate--*
Er, one second!
*She's utterly unaware of the titanic man vs. furniture struggle happening not ten feet away. A few more tacks spit almost half-heartedly from the drawer, and there is a shudder that goes the whole length of the thing, but the top of the credenza finally parts and lifts.
In the now-roofless drawer they're visible: a sleek porcelain mask and, beneath it, a dragonskin folio.*
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*One of the scones has started smoking, and she waves at it, fretfully. Ordinarily this would never give her trouble but she's under pressure and where is the damn chocolate--*
Er, one second!
*She's utterly unaware of the titanic man vs. furniture struggle happening not ten feet away. A few more tacks spit almost half-heartedly from the drawer, and there is a shudder that goes the whole length of the thing, but the top of the credenza finally parts and lifts.
In the now-roofless drawer they're visible: a sleek porcelain mask and, beneath it, a dragonskin folio.*