[ He hears her approach, and the moment he hears her voice he stands at attention. From frat boy to soldier real quick. ]
Miss Grace.
[ He turns to her and bows slightly, arm bent at the waist. It doesn't overstay its welcome, though, because soon his attention is right back at the dog and the magpie. ]
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Miss Grace.
[ He turns to her and bows slightly, arm bent at the waist. It doesn't overstay its welcome, though, because soon his attention is right back at the dog and the magpie. ]
I'd say...five, ten minutes, probably.
[ He gives a sheepish little laugh. ]
I don't think he can pick it up.