[ Angus is, for once, at a complete loss for words. He stares at the little mishmashed structure, taking in the sign, the paint job, and dimly registering what Lup is saying...
... and then the mention of 'protective magic' makes him think of the way Lup frowns whenever he comes back from a self-imposed 'camping trip' during dangerous events, and he realizes what the little shed really is: it's basically a cross between one of their blanket forts, and a safehouse.
He darts forward, and throws his arms around her waist in a big hug. ]
Lup, this is so cool, thank you! How did you build it out here without me noticing?
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[ Angus is, for once, at a complete loss for words. He stares at the little mishmashed structure, taking in the sign, the paint job, and dimly registering what Lup is saying...
... and then the mention of 'protective magic' makes him think of the way Lup frowns whenever he comes back from a self-imposed 'camping trip' during dangerous events, and he realizes what the little shed really is: it's basically a cross between one of their blanket forts, and a safehouse.
He darts forward, and throws his arms around her waist in a big hug. ]
Lup, this is so cool, thank you! How did you build it out here without me noticing?