Re: comm: eddie/steph
[Self-high five at getting his violet glasses.] A hint. Asking me to recite poetry and riddles in almost the same breath? Tell you what, I'll do both with one.
[He clears his throat and then with a geeky Riddler slant.] My love is building a building around you. A frail, slippery house. A strong fragile house. [Murmured.] Beginning at the singular beginning of your smile.
[Back to nerdy and aloof.] A skilful uncouth prison. A precise, clummsssy prison. [Quietly and quickly.] Building that-and-this into thus around the reckless magic of your mouth.
[Like he's had a bright idea.] My love is building a magic. [Rambling.] A discrete tower of magic and...as I guess..when Farmer Death...whom fairies hate...shall crumble the mouth-flower fleet.
[Resolutely.] He'll not my tower. Laborious, casual. Where the surrounded smile [Pause.] hangs [Pause.] breathless.