[ Oh, Líadan knows that tone and gaze. She's had it from her elders, her peers, even from the young ones she entertains on any given day within the hold on occasion. She's never quite had it from one with bright blue hair, though. If that isn't something! It isn't quite enough to intimidate her, but it does tug a smile out of her and something of a chuckle for fond memories and a sliver of familiarity. She's not laughing at her, though, really. ]
I am. Líadan Ní Donnabháin, and you are...?
[ And she'll gently put the toaster down and turn the dial back to where it was. Lucky Lola caught her before she'd had time to start sticking things in it or taking it apart, one. Maybe she can explain what it is and what it's for? Riverview had seemed intent to grind to a halt when its constructs were threatened, after all. They're obviously important to the people here. ]
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I am. Líadan Ní Donnabháin, and you are...?
[ And she'll gently put the toaster down and turn the dial back to where it was. Lucky Lola caught her before she'd had time to start sticking things in it or taking it apart, one. Maybe she can explain what it is and what it's for? Riverview had seemed intent to grind to a halt when its constructs were threatened, after all. They're obviously important to the people here. ]