[ Ship? Space?? Those words don't immediately compute, but when they do, they quietly overtake the rest of what he says. Not that she doesn't care about the details, but it's a little hard for her to mentally gloss over Amos literally being from outer space.
Peaches looks like she's thoroughly enjoying herself and primed for a petting, but first Gray just has to ask. ]
Mr. Amos... You're an astronaut?
[ There's no small amount of wonder in her voice. Even if she's met magi with the power to harness celestial bodies and rain down meteors, the romance of space travel remains pure to her. A lifetime of staring at the stars with a mountaintop view and little else to distract her from them has carved a healthy appreciation in her heart for that endless, shimmering expanse. ]
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Peaches looks like she's thoroughly enjoying herself and primed for a petting, but first Gray just has to ask. ]
Mr. Amos... You're an astronaut?
[ There's no small amount of wonder in her voice. Even if she's met magi with the power to harness celestial bodies and rain down meteors, the romance of space travel remains pure to her. A lifetime of staring at the stars with a mountaintop view and little else to distract her from them has carved a healthy appreciation in her heart for that endless, shimmering expanse. ]