[He automatically reaches for the sketchbook, bending down for a closer look. His brow furrows as he examines the image depicted by the sketchy lines, expression clouded at the recognition of — yes, that certainly is Ye Olde Timey Maide, isn't it.]
...You can't be serious. People haven't dressed like that in hundreds of years — are you saying she got dragged here from back then?
And here you thought I was from "back in the past", huh...
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[He automatically reaches for the sketchbook, bending down for a closer look. His brow furrows as he examines the image depicted by the sketchy lines, expression clouded at the recognition of — yes, that certainly is Ye Olde Timey Maide, isn't it.]
...You can't be serious. People haven't dressed like that in hundreds of years — are you saying she got dragged here from back then?
And here you thought I was from "back in the past", huh...