[ He shrugs, one side of his mouth lifting in an easy smile. He cocks his head at the empty stool beside her but he sits without waiting for an answer; it seems he's more used to conveying his attention than asking permission for things. ]
To each their own, I suppose. At least you know what you like.
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To each their own, I suppose. At least you know what you like.
It's a nice place here, isn't it?