[ willa takes the empty seat with an easy shrug, setting her tea on the table. ]
Sure.
[ she doesn't have a card since she was not required to be here, but she plucks up his placard, flips it over and scribbles in a very lovely, old lady style cursive: Hi, my name is Willa. I served in World War I. she tucks the pen back in her hair when she's done. ]
There, now we're even. What's the Valley of Death?
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Sure.
[ she doesn't have a card since she was not required to be here, but she plucks up his placard, flips it over and scribbles in a very lovely, old lady style cursive: Hi, my name is Willa. I served in World War I. she tucks the pen back in her hair when she's done. ]
There, now we're even. What's the Valley of Death?