[ That... was not a warning she'd been at all prepared for. Hand freezing in pouring the tea, her startled gaze flies to his face instead as she tries to make sense of that. ]
You... pardon?
[ Scratch that, she gives up on trying to make sense of that. Her head hurts already. ]
no subject
You... pardon?
[ Scratch that, she gives up on trying to make sense of that. Her head hurts already. ]
You have a twin?