He wiggles his hand in a "so-so" gesture. "Eh. It's not much, but you speak more crisply than most of the others. Is that a viable word to describe it? Crisp? Ah, well," he puzzles, then turns back to his food.
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Max walks in. "Thanks," she drawls to Winter as she holds the door. "What's up, magic people. I'm Max," she announces to no one in particular.