Snippet #1927211

Diana looked from Amabelle's napkin to Spark. He seemed to have already finished reading and was gazing peculiarly around the room, his lips moving every now and then. What was going through his head? She cooked her head to the side as she watched him.
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Spark looked around the room, until he noticed the last thing he needed. It was similarly rigged to the way his carriage was, though he hadn't actually attempted this in there. Scribbling on his napkin he passed it to Diana to hold up for him, already moving out of his chair.

I can do that, but make conversation or something. Background noise is important.

Spark moved over to the wall and began running his fingers over it, oblivious to any attention he was getting.