[Mildmay is willing to let the matter drop; it ain't Kay's grievance that's making him twitchy, and he knows it, so there ain't no use bothering her about perceived slights and the stigma of being 'superstitious' and from the Lower City, or how Felix likes to crow about the subject, or roll his damn skew-eyes. So Mildmay just nods, cool as rain.]
[This, though, gets Mildmay's attention.] You don't? [Scoff.] That must be nice.
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[This, though, gets Mildmay's attention.] You don't? [Scoff.] That must be nice.