But then you'd need to travel an equidistant to return to your abode...

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If that doesn't bother you, I suppose I can't find a reason to refuse you. [ She'll peek at her fruits to make sure they're still bouncy (though she wishes they'd sleep?) and motion him along. ] Let us be off then, with haste! The night's only getting later, after all, and I'd hate to cause you trouble with your mother.