[Will she elaborate further? No. Though Mirabelle might notice the scent of fresh, buttery bread in the air - it's not that someone is baking somewhere nearby, it's actually coming from Timekeeper herself. Perhaps it even brings to mind a croissant...]
I see! It suits you well, then. To be named after a fruit is not so unlike a cookie, after all.
[She seems to have finally run out of bits and pieces to take apart, examining the datapad circuit board in her hands.]
And this device was more boring than I expected. Hm. Ah well, one less avenue to explore.
[She sets it down on the desk, then turns her finger counterclockwise in the air. It begins to glow golden, as do all the pieces of the datapad - and then they lift into the air and begin to reassemble themselves, like a video being played backwards, their last few minutes of being taken apart rewinding in time.]
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[Will she elaborate further? No. Though Mirabelle might notice the scent of fresh, buttery bread in the air - it's not that someone is baking somewhere nearby, it's actually coming from Timekeeper herself. Perhaps it even brings to mind a croissant...]
I see! It suits you well, then. To be named after a fruit is not so unlike a cookie, after all.
[She seems to have finally run out of bits and pieces to take apart, examining the datapad circuit board in her hands.]
And this device was more boring than I expected. Hm. Ah well, one less avenue to explore.
[She sets it down on the desk, then turns her finger counterclockwise in the air. It begins to glow golden, as do all the pieces of the datapad - and then they lift into the air and begin to reassemble themselves, like a video being played backwards, their last few minutes of being taken apart rewinding in time.]