[ he smiles and silently slings the box back over his shoulder to catch up. once they're there, the snow dusting the little suburban home makes it seem almost quaint. homey. the inside is even less impressive, full of odd colors like beige and brown and orange and turquoise. the luster of treating her to something luxurious is immediately lost as they cross the threshold. ]
It's not the manor, but... [ a pause. ] Well, it's not the manor.
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It's not the manor, but... [ a pause. ] Well, it's not the manor.