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[nogoldbikinis]

Taking a walk?

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Maybe.

[nogoldbikinis]

If you make it down to the beach, you should drop by.

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I don't know if I'd be a good conversationalist. Yesterday sort of tired me out.

[nogoldbikinis]

You should drop by and pick up your gnome, in that case.

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...It' still causing havoc?

[nogoldbikinis]

Maybe.

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I'll come for it then.

[nogoldbikinis]

Good. We can have tea.

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I'm coming there to pick up the gnome, Leia.

[nogoldbikinis]

Of course you are.

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Then I'll leave.

[nogoldbikinis]

Alright.

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It was his sole intention for coming there was for the gnome. For at this point, conversation or any sort of interaction wasn't something he wanted, yet distraction was something he needed.

And so, distraction was why he was standing in front of the Falcon, sand shifting into his shoes as he stood- wondering how to knock on the bloody door-- ship.

Oh well, a Sonorous spell would work. Completely gentlemanly too.

"LEIA!"

[nogoldbikinis]

Leia actually jumped. She'd been sitting around the other side of the Falcon, watching to make sure the little gnome didn't run off somewhere toward the shore and attempt to drown himself like he had the first night, when Leia had fished him out of the water with her boot. So she was surprised when she heard her named screamed at an inhuman level. Surprised and a little bit miffed. It was late. She hoped people were sleeping.

Then again it was Harry, and he had somewhat of an impulse control problem. She was capable of forgiving him.

Coming around the side of the ship with a dizzy gnome in tow, she put her hands on her hips and actually yelled back: "YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL."

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Well, it was better than chucking rocks at the ship, wasn't it? Might have broken something or be the cause for some type of misinterpretation.

"You don't really have a doorknob anywhere," Harry stated, his pitch surprisingly monotone for what could be deemed a barb.

Striding toward her, he looked to the gnome- catching a dirty look from the dizzy creature, then glancing at it's carrier with hopes of not catching a second set of dirty looks.