Wyatt brings a half dozen donuts and Mary Grace as emotional support when he goes to give Mr. Trullinger back his memory. He tries to catch him alone to do it, or at least no in the presence of any other humans.
Mr. Trullinger is halfway through a donut when Wyatt presents him with his golden cicada shell. Mr. Trullinger does not seem surprised to have a memory in need of returning, but what's odd is he seems neither thrilled nor reluctant to take it. When he moves to grab the golden shell, it's with a steady hand, ambivalent but certain that it must be done. As he takes it into his hands, the cicada stretches long. It becomes that colorful cloth banner: PECKENPAUGH & PAW PAW MAGI-MUGGLE SOCIAL 1988. Mr. Trullinger unfurls it as much as he can, stoic expression traded for a lopsided smile as he realizes what the banner is.
"Hah! I forgot all about this party!" he exclaims just before falling silent.
Each second of unsettling quiet that ticks by robs a milimetre from the smile on George Trullinger's face. When he finally blinks back to wakefulness, he is all seriousness. Mr. Trullinger regards Wyatt and Mary Grace with a deep breath and a lift of his brow. "Nothing like a walk down memory lane to remind you of why you made the choices you did," he quips, stray puzzle pieces, long lost, falling neatly into place.
Mr. Trullinger thanks the two Wildgulch juniors for bringing back what he calls, "a very important personal piece. And vital, in general, as well."
He is uncharacteristically mum on the subject, but is clearly preoccupied with his own thoughts. Planning sometime, distracted in the way that adults often are when pondering things they don't want to share with the students in their care. "You haven't seen any BoNE agents around, have you?" he asks suddenly, then corrects himself: "I guess it'd be hard to tell."
After a thoughtful hum, he changes the subject, retrieves a tiny bottle from one of the shelves behind his desk. Inside is a single little brown claw. Mr. Trullinger looks at it intently, then offers it over to Wyatt. "I know this is weird, guys, but I feel like you need this, Wyatt. For good luck." After a second, that seriousness about him finally fades. "So, are you two looking forward to prom?"
[Wyatt has received Bearigold's Baby Claw. This item will have additional uses during end game which we will elaborate upon later.]
Wyatt Returns George's Memory
Wyatt Returns George's Memory
"Hah! I forgot all about this party!" he exclaims just before falling silent.
Each second of unsettling quiet that ticks by robs a milimetre from the smile on George Trullinger's face. When he finally blinks back to wakefulness, he is all seriousness. Mr. Trullinger regards Wyatt and Mary Grace with a deep breath and a lift of his brow. "Nothing like a walk down memory lane to remind you of why you made the choices you did," he quips, stray puzzle pieces, long lost, falling neatly into place.
Mr. Trullinger thanks the two Wildgulch juniors for bringing back what he calls, "a very important personal piece. And vital, in general, as well."
He is uncharacteristically mum on the subject, but is clearly preoccupied with his own thoughts. Planning sometime, distracted in the way that adults often are when pondering things they don't want to share with the students in their care. "You haven't seen any BoNE agents around, have you?" he asks suddenly, then corrects himself: "I guess it'd be hard to tell."
After a thoughtful hum, he changes the subject, retrieves a tiny bottle from one of the shelves behind his desk. Inside is a single little brown claw. Mr. Trullinger looks at it intently, then offers it over to Wyatt. "I know this is weird, guys, but I feel like you need this, Wyatt. For good luck." After a second, that seriousness about him finally fades. "So, are you two looking forward to prom?"
[Wyatt has received Bearigold's Baby Claw. This item will have additional uses during end game which we will elaborate upon later.]