[She's sitting at a study table in plain view of the staircase when Aradia gets up there. Willow is the type to wear the heart on her sleeve, and it's plain now: unsure, conflicted, but mostly earnest.]
Hi, [she says, with wide, vulnerable eyes.] I am ready to learn the ways of troll romance. School me. School is in session.
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Hi, [she says, with wide, vulnerable eyes.] I am ready to learn the ways of troll romance. School me. School is in session.