[Looking at the chair, he slowly moves over and places himself on it. "Always welcome"... He should be used to Luceti's hospitality by now, yet coming from Spock, it somehow seems... different.
Not sure of what to say, he shifts his attention back and forth between the instrument called a "lyre" and Sultan making a mess of the snow in the front yard.]
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Not sure of what to say, he shifts his attention back and forth between the instrument called a "lyre" and Sultan making a mess of the snow in the front yard.]