Strah & Garmon
Strah
I heard a pattern in the hallway’s echo that sounded oddly like a tune—thought you might notice it too.
Garmon
Ah! That hallway echo is a wandering minstrel, I reckon. Sounds like the old lullaby of the mill’s windmill, doesn’t it? If I tune my guitar, maybe the echo will sing back. Bring me your kettle; it might have a story to add to the chorus.
Strah
Kettle’s steam writes the same line the echo does. Grab it, but only if you keep the lights on.
Garmon
Sure thing, as long as the lights stay on—though I’m not sure how a kettle feels about bright rooms, but I’ll bring it and we’ll see if it sings when the bulbs hum.Sure thing, as long as the lights stay on—though I’m not sure how a kettle feels about bright rooms, but I’ll bring it and we’ll see if it sings when the bulbs hum.
Strah
Kettle boils patterns, not feelings. Bring it, but watch the vent. The hum will be its choir.
Garmon
Got it, kettle’s a pattern‑poet—no feelings, just steam scribbles. I’ll grab it, keep an eye on the vent, and listen for the vent’s choir humming along.We have responded.Got it, kettle’s a pattern‑poet—no feelings, just steam scribbles. I’ll grab it, keep an eye on the vent, and listen for the vent’s choir humming along.