'What, no faith in your own skills?" Lambert grins at Rita. "I'm sure you could get some tips from performance."
The ideal person to get that sort of advice from would be Strange, actually. But he's not here right now ... and Lambert won't let himself dwell on it, turning to address the Curator and Scribe (he forces himself to meet his all too human doppelganger's eyes) again.
"There's one more thing. Two of the faeries were fighting over a book ... Frost and Nightshade. I heard it was destroyed. Do you know what was in it?" Might be something important, might not be, but he'd be remiss not to follow up on it.
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The ideal person to get that sort of advice from would be Strange, actually. But he's not here right now ... and Lambert won't let himself dwell on it, turning to address the Curator and Scribe (he forces himself to meet his all too human doppelganger's eyes) again.
"There's one more thing. Two of the faeries were fighting over a book ... Frost and Nightshade. I heard it was destroyed. Do you know what was in it?" Might be something important, might not be, but he'd be remiss not to follow up on it.