[ He had her in the first half, not gonna lie. Lucretia smiles up at him, imagining Magnus' beautiful someday house, filled with elegant, one-of-a-kind handcrafted furniture. Glossy oak tables, intricately carved desks...
And then he gets to the statues, and her jaw drops briefly before she starts giggling again. ]
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And then he gets to the statues, and her jaw drops briefly before she starts giggling again. ]
You'd have a statue of yourself?