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Who: Noric and Xavier
Where: ramshackle rustic house near the Lacerta border of Lepus
When: Year 185, late spring (and onwards)
What: married life

[In the kitchen, Noric shouts through the door into the next room.]

Xavier, either you move this pile of books from where they are, or they will tragically find themselves knocked into the fire.

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Somewhere else.

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[there's an annoyed huff as Xavier takes the books and puts them on top of another stack of books which are away from the fire]

There.

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[just. looks at it. if that's higher than his waist he is going to say something in about three seconds.]

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What? See, it's far away from the fire. Stop nagging.

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There are too many books in this house.

[goes back to lighting the fire and setting a pot to hang over it.]

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There's nothing wrong with that.

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There is if it takes over living space. This is absurd.

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I've never had a problem.

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You'd bury yourself in a casket made of them if given half a chance.

[shoves some books off the preparation area, thunking down vegetables to cut.]

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[looks at him, uncomprehendingly]

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...

Need I remind you that with two people living here, you end up with less space?

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So?

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So if you keep accumulating books, there will soon be no space.

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I... suppose that is a problem.

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Something to consider.

[dumps the vegetables into the pot.]

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Well, what should I do with them?

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[bland]

Throw them out.

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Oh, look, you found your sense of humour.

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It would solve the problem.

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[bites his lip]

We're not burning them.

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[stirring the pot.]

That is generally why I told you to move them away from the fire, yes.

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We're still not burning them.

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I didn't say you should.

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[scratches the back of his head, awkwardly]

What are you making?

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Soup. I didn't hunt today, so there's no meat.