That succeeds in flustering Bruno and he nearly fumbles one of the mugs he'd retrieved from a cupboard. "The-- hang on, the future?" he fairly squeaks. He stares at the other for a moment.
He reaches out a hand to lightly poke Avery's shoulder, the gives a sigh. "Oh, good, you are real, I was starting to think my visions were getting really vivid..."
Then he goes back to the tea as though nothing's happened. "The future, huh? Boy, will that throw everybody else for a loop. What year is it where you're from?"
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"You're... real, though. I mean, Mirabel saw you... Casita saw you...."
He reaches out a hand to lightly poke Avery's shoulder, the gives a sigh. "Oh, good, you are real, I was starting to think my visions were getting really vivid..."
Then he goes back to the tea as though nothing's happened. "The future, huh? Boy, will that throw everybody else for a loop. What year is it where you're from?"