Not after that sled ride you don't. [It's a sly little dig, snuck in as the door cracks open and they both stare brightly back at that wary woman tucked behind the acute angle of her barely opened front door.
And from there the pitch starts up-- sorry story about their home, a bit of background on their trade routes and their current dilemma, excessive eye contact and the promise of what they'll contribute while they're getting back on their feet-- falling flat the second she withdraws, shaking her head as she goes to shut the door again.]
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And from there the pitch starts up-- sorry story about their home, a bit of background on their trade routes and their current dilemma, excessive eye contact and the promise of what they'll contribute while they're getting back on their feet-- falling flat the second she withdraws, shaking her head as she goes to shut the door again.]