Salle, Wednesday Midday

[withoutverona]

Romeo wasn't sure why Reno even wanted to speak to him, or if he felt like speaking to Reno in turn. His best friend's words from Sunday tangled with his own and sat like a knot in his stomach, and if Reno were to try to kill him with the rod, he would not blame him.

But they'd made a plan, and so Romeo was there in the Salle. Waiting and, somehow, almost hopeful.

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[not_in_the_book]

"It can be," Ronan agreed, "but not necessarily. Something like knitting flesh back together is different than healing the kind of damage I had to heal with the sunburn, so you don't get the same kind of reaction to it."

[raspberryturk]

Reno made a face at that, lifting a hand to scratch at his head.

"Sounds complicated," he decided after taking a moment to deliberate on that. "I think maybe I'll just stick with shellin' out Gil for potions anyhow. Even if they are a little overkill for a sunburn, yoto."

Potions were like Buckley's, really. They tasted awful, but at least they worked.

[not_in_the_book]

"It can be," Ronan said, nodding. "I mean, it's not like I become a wizard and can than just... wave my hands and magic, woo woo."

He had to wave his hands there, and anyone who knew Bridge might expect Ronan to say, "Buttery!" with the way his fingers were moving.

[raspberryturk]

"Magic, woo woo," Reno replied flatly, eyebrow raised, his empty hand lifting to mimic the fingerwiggle. "I think the world ought'a be thankful that it don't quite work that way, yeah," he agreed.

He'd probably die laughing if anyone ever tried to cast against him while wiggling their fingers and saying 'woo woo.'