[It's not long before the place comes into full view, a large, castle-like stone edifice surrounded by a lush and diverse garden. They make their way through groves and down paths surrounded by huge flower beds. A verdant scent surrounds them, humid and warm despite the slight seasonal chill. Pushing aside a flowering ivy curtain Bruno pulls open a humble-looking door.
Inside is a room dominated by a fantastically huge cushion fort, furniture arranged around a sea of pillows and blankets, draped with colourful cloths and strung with fairy lights. Behind that stands a table covered in divinatory thisthats and an old fashioned manual typewriter, under a hammock full of more cushions. The room explains why Bruno often smells like incense and palo santo.
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Inside is a room dominated by a fantastically huge cushion fort, furniture arranged around a sea of pillows and blankets, draped with colourful cloths and strung with fairy lights. Behind that stands a table covered in divinatory thisthats and an old fashioned manual typewriter, under a hammock full of more cushions. The room explains why Bruno often smells like incense and palo santo.
He pauses, smiling a little sheepishly.]
Still interested? [he asks a little shyly.]