[Charles nods. It's a far enough answer, and he isn't quite sure what he expected. (He's far too trusting in every conversation, in a way that would infuriate certain housemates, which is sometimes half the appeal).
Up ahead is an alcove door with low outdoor lighting, and a few tables out front. It's the first thing that looks half promising, and thankfully, it's an easy enough way to break from his failing line of questioning.]
What about that? [He nods off in the general direction.]
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Up ahead is an alcove door with low outdoor lighting, and a few tables out front. It's the first thing that looks half promising, and thankfully, it's an easy enough way to break from his failing line of questioning.]
What about that? [He nods off in the general direction.]