[He lets himself be led, smiling faintly to himself at the sweetness of the touch to his hand, and when they reach the kitchen and its ready-set table, Balthus accepts the invitation to sit in stride. As he slides into his seat, he reaches into his coat and produces a packet of letters held together with twine, some very obviously creased from being folded and unfolded dozens of times.
It's not exactly hard to guess what those might be; he sets them carefully out of the way of any potential spills of the tea, but close enough at hand that they're still within reach.]
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[He lets himself be led, smiling faintly to himself at the sweetness of the touch to his hand, and when they reach the kitchen and its ready-set table, Balthus accepts the invitation to sit in stride. As he slides into his seat, he reaches into his coat and produces a packet of letters held together with twine, some very obviously creased from being folded and unfolded dozens of times.
It's not exactly hard to guess what those might be; he sets them carefully out of the way of any potential spills of the tea, but close enough at hand that they're still within reach.]
So. Where do you want to start?