[Kija had assumed he was being. Now he is not quite sure what either of them are talking about any more.
[Whatever new experience might be awaiting him in the form of this cup of sweet brown stuff - what is it? It really might be tea, if it were not so unsettlingly thick - he decides it can wait a little longer, and sets it back on the table. It is hardly as if this place has anything to offer but new experiences. Very well, he will try again.]
How long can you keep a secret?
[Because you can manage two thousand years when I struggle with twenty minutes, and that hardly seems fair.]
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[Whatever new experience might be awaiting him in the form of this cup of sweet brown stuff - what is it? It really might be tea, if it were not so unsettlingly thick - he decides it can wait a little longer, and sets it back on the table. It is hardly as if this place has anything to offer but new experiences. Very well, he will try again.]
How long can you keep a secret?
[Because you can manage two thousand years when I struggle with twenty minutes, and that hardly seems fair.]