Private Conversations

[dominioned]

The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.

A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.

"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"

We're in a museum now, Harry.

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[dominioned]

Not at all. But I am very experienced in all kinds of sweets and pastries nonetheless. [ Not cake for sure. ]

[reanbeans]

...If I make you a nice dessert, will you grant me a straight answer to another question I have?

[ Does he also like cats. ]

[dominioned]

[ He mulls this over for several seconds. ]

We would have to define what a "nice dessert" is. Instead I'll offer you this: make me a pulled sugar sculpture of the subject of your choosing from the other inhabitants here. In exchange I will answer one question as straightforward as I am able, with the caveat that some things I may still be unable to answer. In that instance I will inform you as much, and you may ask another question until I am able to give you a response.

[ And wow, there's an aquarium not a cattery, Rean! ]

[reanbeans]

[ That's...sure going to be a trial of sorts in a place like this, but thinking that it's impossible would be quitter talk.

If anything, he's determined. Everyone has been working so hard, and he felt like he's fallen short himself in his own efforts. ]

...You've gotten yourself a deal.

I definitely won't disappoint.

[dominioned]

I look forward to it. [ And that sounds genuine. ]