[He might actually start crying if an illusory person from his world show up. That would just be cruel.]
No, of course not. It's fine. My mother had people over all the time.
[Technically it's her room, so.]
Yeah, pretty much strawberries. But we can pretend it's tea.
[He gets off the bed and comes over, making casual and careful work of pouring out two steaming cups of what looks like some kind of herbal tea - it even smells of mint. But perhaps it's not minty enough, because Dwyer shakes his head slightly.] That's how you know it's not real. Whatever this is didn't get the blend right, you can smell it.
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No, of course not. It's fine. My mother had people over all the time.
[Technically it's her room, so.]
Yeah, pretty much strawberries. But we can pretend it's tea.
[He gets off the bed and comes over, making casual and careful work of pouring out two steaming cups of what looks like some kind of herbal tea - it even smells of mint. But perhaps it's not minty enough, because Dwyer shakes his head slightly.] That's how you know it's not real. Whatever this is didn't get the blend right, you can smell it.