[ Highstorm is, of course, no place Matt's ever heard of. But he likes the well-worn tone with which Amos shapes the word. He likes that wherever they are, whatever's been lost to them, they're still in a corner of the universe where places are given names, and those names matter.
It's a small comfort, but he'll take it. ]
Yeah, [ Matt decides. No hesitation here, at least. No maybes. In fact, he flashes a quick, flickering grin Amos' way. A little rusty, but he's got the spirit. ] Uh ... will there be clothes there?
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It's a small comfort, but he'll take it. ]
Yeah, [ Matt decides. No hesitation here, at least. No maybes. In fact, he flashes a quick, flickering grin Amos' way. A little rusty, but he's got the spirit. ] Uh ... will there be clothes there?
[ Will there be soap? ]