[She tilts her head at him - processing the adjusted permissions, though admittedly they weren't strict rules but a self-imposed limit - and nods. She frees one arm from their couch cuddle and holds it out.]
Pithos.
[It's a simple call, but at once two things happen: first, her outfit re-manifests in its hooded form, second, with a heavy THUD, four engraved boxes drop into the room seemingly out of nowhere with a brief flair of blue flame, landing in a square in the middle of the room. They sit immobile, awaiting instruction.]
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Pithos.
[It's a simple call, but at once two things happen: first, her outfit re-manifests in its hooded form, second, with a heavy THUD, four engraved boxes drop into the room seemingly out of nowhere with a brief flair of blue flame, landing in a square in the middle of the room. They sit immobile, awaiting instruction.]