"Ninety-three," Tristan said, jumping on the change of subject as nimbly as he could. He saw no problem at all with letting people sweep things under the rug every now and again, and was bad enough at conversation that he almost never risked derailing them by insisting on anything. "And then up and left the country for a while, I'm afraid. Nothing quite as productive as what you've been up to." That would have been difficult, though, by the sound of it. "It's good to be back - it's much warmer here - even if it's hard to believe it's been ten years." Well, it wasn't that hard to believe; parts of it had felt like an eternity. He found he appreciated her steering the conversation away from some of that. It was comforting to be around cheerful people. He rather liked talking to her.
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