[He laughs, and that's another pleasant realization: a year ago, he never would have expected to move so far forward with any of them, least of all Anya. But here they are.]
No time like the present. [He lives his hand and a couple pencils fly to his fingers; on the table he roots around until he finds some blank paper, then moves the books out of the way. He likes the idea of being able to teach her something - but especially something that isn't violent in nature.]
[Spam]
No time like the present. [He lives his hand and a couple pencils fly to his fingers; on the table he roots around until he finds some blank paper, then moves the books out of the way. He likes the idea of being able to teach her something - but especially something that isn't violent in nature.]