[he leans in and Cecelia just stands up outright, moving around the table to sit on his side. she hardly needs to get close to hear, given her ears, but it's more a matter of not just being present, but being something of a buffer between him and the rest of the room.]
I don't think most could stand it, dear. I can only imagine.
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I don't think most could stand it, dear. I can only imagine.