--aren't my glasses...
[Good morning, Demeleier. Or rather, one hopes it's a better morning than the one Barnaby's having. To begin with, he can't find his glasses (and his eyesight is painfully terrible without them) and in trying to determine where they are, Bunny turned on his communicator by accident. So without his knowledge it's propped up
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Hello.
I imagine this doesn't make for a very good first impression, does it?
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Clumsy.
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This was a one-time occurrence of clumsiness. Only because I couldn't see.
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You are blind?
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'Blind' is a bit of an overstatement, but my sight does leave something to be desired, yes.
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Glass. It aids in sight? [Truly a worthy property. Not only did it catch liquid, but aided the blind, as well!]
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Well, not plain, ordinary glass. The lenses are prescribed specifically for their wearer. My own glasses, for example, probably couldn't aid someone else's sight.
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How?
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There are people who specialize in making eyewear. I'm not one of them, so I don't know.
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You found them? Here?
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No, mine are from my home. I was fortunate enough to have arrived wearing them.
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Well, no, nothing about it really involves magic. As far as I'm aware.
[Demeleier is the sort of place that makes you start doubting things like that.]
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Not that you know. Likely, then. [Mortals are amazingly unperceptive of those sorts of things.]
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[Oh, Barnaby. Is skepticism really warranted here, all things considered?]
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