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[fontastically]

[Oh, but.]

The least I can do is treat you to something after getting us in this situation.

[surfeits]

That won't be necessary.

You are not at fault. It seems they would have gotten in anyway.

[Does Ion need help? He better get himself out that window because Leon is getting up now to provide some form of aid. That being shoving him out the window.]

[fontastically]

[And Ion's about to reply- only to go out the window.]

[surfeits]

[He helped. It was just up to Ion to see that he landed well on the other side. Let's take a look now to see how that turned out.]

[fontastically]

[He has managed to kind of land on his feet with sort of... squatting. But he manages to straighten after a moment to look up at Leon.]

Thank you.

[surfeits]

It was annoying to see you struggle...

[But he isn't stepping away from the window just yet.]

Where do you plan to go now?

[fontastically]

I may go to the Witch's Brew for something to drink.

[Or to see if it's even existing.]

[surfeits]

At the Witch's Brew... [Yeah, go to the dubiously named place... for a drink.

And he'll turn away to head back to his bed.]

I'll leave the window open. If anything else occurs I will keep you informed.

[fontastically]

[It's a cute name...]

Thank you, Leon.

[But it's time to turn away now or he's just going to be left talking to a window.]

[surfeits]

[Sure it is Ion. Sure. But good idea because Leon really just kinda ditched. Don't get eaten Ion!]