[she raises an eyebrow at him, then grins, faintly]
Move out of the way, then.
[when he does, she kneels down, eyeing the mess on the floor. She holds out a hand, palm flat, then murmurs something quietly - it isn't in English, nor is it any language that Chrono may know; it's sing-songy, a lilting tone that seems pleasant on the ears. A moment later, a breeze blows through the kitchen, gentle at first, blowing all the debris into the corner. A second breeze follows, a bit stronger, to get whatever the first missed.
Satisfied, she dusts off her hands, as if she did actual work, and stands back up]
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Move out of the way, then.
[when he does, she kneels down, eyeing the mess on the floor. She holds out a hand, palm flat, then murmurs something quietly - it isn't in English, nor is it any language that Chrono may know; it's sing-songy, a lilting tone that seems pleasant on the ears. A moment later, a breeze blows through the kitchen, gentle at first, blowing all the debris into the corner. A second breeze follows, a bit stronger, to get whatever the first missed.
Satisfied, she dusts off her hands, as if she did actual work, and stands back up]