Cyrus frowns. "The--?" A second, and then it hits him-- his expression clears, and he grins. "Ah. You mean the Avoxes."
He glances over his shoulder at the nearest one, standing about ten paces away - made up to look like marble, eyes blank, weight balanced on one hip and the opposite arm wrapped around a full breadbasket. There's a barely-noticeable tremor in its knees.
"Magnificent, aren't they?" Cyrus says. "I wasn't sure there'd be enough time to condition them to stand still - you know how jumpy they can be." Offhand, not even needing to wait for agreement. "I didn't want it to look sloppy. But their handlers assured me they'd be able to do it, and I have to say, I'm impressed."
This is spoken with genuine pride, and with a glance at Stephen-- gauging his reaction. Noting that Stephen doesn't seem nearly as enthusiastic about it as he would have expected. "...Do you disagree?"
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He glances over his shoulder at the nearest one, standing about ten paces away - made up to look like marble, eyes blank, weight balanced on one hip and the opposite arm wrapped around a full breadbasket. There's a barely-noticeable tremor in its knees.
"Magnificent, aren't they?" Cyrus says. "I wasn't sure there'd be enough time to condition them to stand still - you know how jumpy they can be." Offhand, not even needing to wait for agreement. "I didn't want it to look sloppy. But their handlers assured me they'd be able to do it, and I have to say, I'm impressed."
This is spoken with genuine pride, and with a glance at Stephen-- gauging his reaction. Noting that Stephen doesn't seem nearly as enthusiastic about it as he would have expected. "...Do you disagree?"