Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

It’s enough to get his concentration to break and she feels a little swell of pride. She hadn’t intentionally meant to break him away from what he considered work but it did seem pretty boring. There is still no amusement in his voice and some of her smirk fades away. She stares at him for a moment to try and gauge a reaction but he doesn’t offer much. Instead of further explaining—or proving it—she manages a single, simple, ”yes.”