[He flashes a faint, lopsided smile at that, watching as she goes. In the meantime he goes back to eying the pot, wondering just how long it's going to keep at it. Of course, the same could be asked for the storm.
There's some relief to see Cynthia return, upon which Gaius looks up from where he stands, leaning against a side counter, arms folded.]
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There's some relief to see Cynthia return, upon which Gaius looks up from where he stands, leaning against a side counter, arms folded.]