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[dishardened]

This is Annie. Leave a message if you want.

[ beep ]

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[dishardened]

[ Giant trees? Ugh. The memories.

... No, but it's fine. Another location had initially popped into her head: the desert of Cruel Summer, which was open, isolated, and had cliffs. His spot seems more convenient, though. ]

Sure. Just tell me when. I don't have any important plans.

[thiscruel]

How about tomorrow morning? We could have lunch afterward.

[ There's a lighthearted note in his voice that hints at humor. Picking up on Annie's earlier reference to his quick mastery of the Colossal. ]

[dishardened]

Works for me. Glad to hear that you have some confidence.

[ That's not always a given. Her gut is telling her that its going to go well, but who's to say, really? ]

[thiscruel]

[ Bertholdt breathes out a little chuckle. ]

Well, lunch is a good incentive.

[ Hopefully, that confidence lasts until the morning… ]