He tilts his head at that, half watching her and half watching the road as they walk.
"It's good to keep an open mind. I can't fault you for that. I do find it hard to believe you have no feelings about it at all, though. You must have had an idea of what you wanted it to be."
Surely you can't join a program called something like 'Outreach' for a school system and not have some sort of expectation for how that would work?
Certainly, Lancelot would never have expected an 'Outreach' group to be involved in something like what happened to Abigail. But then again, that's none of his business, he supposes.
Checking the road is clear he jogs across and pushes his way into the coffee shop, ambles up to the counter and begins squinting up at the boards idly trying to decide.
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"It's good to keep an open mind. I can't fault you for that. I do find it hard to believe you have no feelings about it at all, though. You must have had an idea of what you wanted it to be."
Surely you can't join a program called something like 'Outreach' for a school system and not have some sort of expectation for how that would work?
Certainly, Lancelot would never have expected an 'Outreach' group to be involved in something like what happened to Abigail. But then again, that's none of his business, he supposes.
Checking the road is clear he jogs across and pushes his way into the coffee shop, ambles up to the counter and begins squinting up at the boards idly trying to decide.