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[morganknight]

[Morgan's not his cheeriest today, which is to say, he's still smiling as he lazes about in a comfy chair, but not with ebullient glee.]

Just keeping y'all up to date -- with the regrettable disappearance of Miss Ardenbury, I've basically inherited her position as ambassador to End of the World?

[The armlet totem Cecelia'd been given dangles from a finger as he lifts it into view.]

So if anyone wants to pop on down there, let me know. If anyone wants to help out with the whole business, also let me know. And, uh, apropos of nothing, if you guys could all contrive to drop a pen or a sock or something in a place where it can easily get lost, I'd appreciate it. Bargaining stuff.

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[impostorsyndrome]

I really can't argue with that kind of cause.

[He sets the teaspoon on the counter, and then "accidentally" knocks it off behind it onto the floor against the wall. Oopsie!]

My roommate, who might normally kill me for misplacing her measures, probably won't either . . . but I'd better get out to buy her a new one or five before she notices anyway. You don't mess with people who bake.

[morganknight]

Oh yeah? Anyone I know, just in case I get some blowback there too?

[Never mess with a baker!]

[impostorsyndrome]

Yeah, you do. Gareth.

[He's seen them converse on the network before, because he watches like, everything. It's a personal flaw.]

[morganknight]

Oooh. Yeah, don't cross her. We'll be digging a shallow grave.

[impostorsyndrome]

[He smiles reflexively at that, wider than usual.]

Exactly. But she's nothing if not down for a good cause, so it'll be fine . . . probably. I'll go shopping tomorrow.

Thanks for all this.

[morganknight]

Naw, thanks for the help. If we don't... fall together we fall apart... something something the power of teamwork, go Planet.