“Outside the very specific dome it was, even those with magic informed me that they could only grow things and get them to survive in those specific places, aside from the odd potted plant.” It was a strange, complicated place. Llewellyn was glad to be out of it… But he did appreciate it for what it gave him. He wouldn’t have known Rhy without it, nor would he have learned about the future of his world. So… Small positives.

Llewellyn nodded, “It’s a strange place, and… He’s an odd fellow, can’t quite figure out what I think yet.” So the detective went, if only due to curiosity. Not that he had as much time of late, what with two jobs, house hunting, training Pretzel and making time for Rhy… It was a full plate, and with winter around the corner? Too many bad things had happened to Llewellyn in the evenings later in the year. He was going to become a little more stressed in some ways.

Offering a small thank you for the coffee, he took a sip and enjoyed it. Yes, he much preferred a coffee to tea. “Mm… Yes, I rather think that he gets swept up in her insistence rather easily.” Llewellyn somehow doubted the man did much more than lightly grumble before he went with it though, he knew the type rather well. If he truly didn’t want to, Cloud would say so. The idea of marriage gets a small hum, though. “Hard to say… I think that depends on if they’ve even addressed how they feel about one another?” It was clear to him that something was there, but the detective had noticed that sometimes the people involved themselves didn’t realize it right away.