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[anewlanguage]

Everyone make it back?

[he's, perhaps, a little more gruff than usual. And also he's bandaging his own arm, which promptly stains right through the bandage, and he tsks and applies heavier pressure to it.]

I think it's about time for another camping trip.

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[anewlanguage]

[He grins] You mean you wouldn't have fallen for it for long. I bet you would've let the ghosts paint a couple toenails before you shooed them away.

[He strokes her hair as he listens to the rest of the story, and he's still smiling at the end, no thoughts of his own time there in his head.]

I almost wondered if she'd ever get through and graduate. She's been around longer than me, you know? We oughta bake her a cake.

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[routemistress]

I am a sucker for a pedicure, it's true.

[Iris is way more susceptible to that sort of glamour than she'd like. And so very, very happy to be leaning on someone who charmed her with nothing but honesty.]

...that's a bloody good plan, my love. Let's do that. And maybe drive 'er home. Or wherever she's going. I'm going to miss 'er.

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[anewlanguage]

I never got to know her up close. What's her story?

[He's already gathering socks, boots. They'll go make a cake.]

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[routemistress]

I don't know a lot of it, but she's a writer. She's... I only know bits. Summat like a cross between boarding school and Arkham out your way, from the sound of it? She's got 'er own alter ego on board and all - the sort that splits off under really bad pressure, if you see what I mean.

I wonder what sort. I think summat refined like lemon drizzle cake. With crystallised flowers on it and maybe a touch of cardamom, does that sound good?