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[reunites]

[Lloyd has draped himself lengthwise over a chair -- his knees hooked over one arm and his back braced against the other. He seems to be designing something-or-other. Or, like, twenty something-or-others, going by the sheer volume of things scattered across this particular page of his sketchbook.

He must be stuck, though, because he doesn't really seem happy with any of them. He frowns at the page for a long time... and then drops his head against the arm of the chair.]

Hey, can I ask you something real quick?

Comments

[pacifying]

I guess we'll find out! You can tell me if it was, after we try it.

[Peering dubiously at this potential project though] Are you going to even have time to, though?

[reunites]

Huh? [He looks down, like he legitimately forgot about it. He probably did.] Oh, yeah, of course! I mean, probably.