[Jaime offers a slight, tentative wave, eyes going from Percy, to Clara, and finally back to the friendly little (er, not SO little) turtle in its egg.]
I'm Jaime. I thiiiiink I've spoken to you on the network, Clara? [Gosh, he's too young for his memory to fail him already-- it's all that relying on the Scarab to locate people for him, isn't it.] This is my first time seeing you, though. [which he says, turning briefly to Percy.]
Don't tell me it's looking for its parents. Um, three... parents. Not that there's anything wrong with non-traditional families or whatever. And anyway, I thought turtles left their young buried on the sand? [Nevertheless, Jaime rests a hand on the eggshell. Natural or not, he's long decided to stick around for the thing.]
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I'm Jaime. I thiiiiink I've spoken to you on the network, Clara? [Gosh, he's too young for his memory to fail him already-- it's all that relying on the Scarab to locate people for him, isn't it.] This is my first time seeing you, though. [which he says, turning briefly to Percy.]
Don't tell me it's looking for its parents. Um, three... parents. Not that there's anything wrong with non-traditional families or whatever. And anyway, I thought turtles left their young buried on the sand? [Nevertheless, Jaime rests a hand on the eggshell. Natural or not, he's long decided to stick around for the thing.]