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Oona isn’t too surprised by his response, Hopkins tended to be witty. She smiles at him slowly, “Little bit of both.” Hopping down from her perch, she walks until she’s toe to toe with him. Somehow, she’s even shorter than Kizzy. The Marigas sometimes resembled nesting dolls.
“She tell you to lay low, huh?” She’s leaning in like it’s a big secret, head tilted up so she can see him. Kizzy is obviously perturbed across the shoppe, now angrily stacking books.
Matt grins, but he keeps sweeping across the books without looking up to greet her properly. He knew Kizzy was trying her best to hide him, but he came here on purpose even though he denied it. Matt was curious after all, did all of her family have the same intelligence and beauty? Most likely.
Glancing over to her finally, he shrugged before looking back to the books. If she started the conversation, he couldn’t get in trouble right? “Well, it’s a bit complicated isn’t it? Kind of... taboo for both worlds.” He meant to be light about it, but there was a slight edge to his confession. “Anyway, yes. Yes she did.”










