[She's going to assume he knows to close the door behind him and Valo because she keeps moving into the kitchen, expecting them to follow.
While the house is still fairly limited in furniture, Ilsa has taken it upon herself to decorate it with flowers in the meantime. She's grown used to it, and she doesn't mind the simple cleanliness of it all. Eustace might spot the pot of flowers he had given her thriving and blossoming bigger in front of the window, perched right in the center for the town outside to see.
And whenever he follows into the kitchen, she's already started distracting herself with the bananas. But before he can say anything else, she asks in a firm voice.]
How many?
[Yes, she's still stalling... only because she doesn't know what she wants to say to him yet, but there's a pensive furrow to her brow as she mulls it over.]
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While the house is still fairly limited in furniture, Ilsa has taken it upon herself to decorate it with flowers in the meantime. She's grown used to it, and she doesn't mind the simple cleanliness of it all. Eustace might spot the pot of flowers he had given her thriving and blossoming bigger in front of the window, perched right in the center for the town outside to see.
And whenever he follows into the kitchen, she's already started distracting herself with the bananas. But before he can say anything else, she asks in a firm voice.]
How many?
[Yes, she's still stalling... only because she doesn't know what she wants to say to him yet, but there's a pensive furrow to her brow as she mulls it over.]