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[mcferrin]

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[louds]

So I found out something at work today.

[mcferrin]

Yeah? What's that?

[louds]

Margo is gone. Sent home, I suppose.
Apparently she told the other owner I would make a good manager.

[mcferrin]

Oh... oh man I really liked her. Like.
Wait - like she knew she was going to be sent home somehow?
Or like a living will?

[louds]

I know, she was really nice.

I guess people talk about that sort of thing more here. I mean I'd want to make sure you got anything of mine if I left first.

[mcferrin]

You better not leave me here.
I'll do whatever is the equivalent to throwing myself upon your funeral pyre like a viking widower.

[louds]

Would you sit and pine while gazing out of the window like a war widow in a bad WWII film?

I wouldn't, though. Not if I could help it.

[mcferrin]

I do that already, every time I'm alone in the apartment. Nailgun and I have a Pining Cushion.

Neither would I.

So... didn't she create all the potions and everything? What happens now?

[louds]

Is that why he gets so excited when I walk in? He gets his dramatic flair from you.

I'm not sure. She left me all her books, but I don't even know if I can actually make them. It's not like we spend a lot of time brewing potions back home.

[mcferrin]

I think he just likes you more tbh.

Um. All right well. I can study up, do ingredient prep? I wish I could help more with magic things...

[louds]

I wish his love didn't come with so many headbutts.

There's got to be someone around who can help with this sort of stuff. I'll have to ask around or something.

( there's a lot of typing and deleting before she follows up. )

I just want to do a good job with this.

[mcferrin]

Hey. Of course you're doing a good job. She trusted you with it for a reason, you know.

The reason is bc I've never seen you come up against something you couldn't handle btw.

[louds]

( now that's the kind of message that someone might cherish for quite a while, if they were the sentimental type. it's the kind of message that might get someone a little emotional and needing to hide out in the back room for a moment to compose themselves, if they were the emotional type. )

That's an awful lot of faith you have in me, Henry.

[mcferrin]

No. I mean yes, I do, but this isn't that. It's experience.

And you know I'll help in any way you need me.

[louds]

Actually.

How are you at math?

[mcferrin]

Dammit Sargent, are you going to make me confirm another stereotype right now? We were doing so well.

But yes. I assume you're talking about money and not calculus, in which case I am amazing at math.

[louds]

I know, all private school boys being good at math? Such a cliche.

I don't even know where to start with the books. I know you're already working at the spa and the theatre and if it's too much you know I won't blame you, but. I think I probably need help.

[mcferrin]

Yes, of course I will. Honestly, compared to my father's insistence that I know Cheng Corp. [ not the actual name ] backward and forward in the off chance I ever stop being a criminal - this will be a piece of cake.

And I like my boss much better.

[louds]

You say that now, but you've never worked with me as a boss before. I'm a real hardass, Cheng. If you've got time to lean, you've got time to clean.

Thank you. Seriously.