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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

Then am I too soft to talk to you?

when you pick the wrong icon

[plundering]

Absolutely, but I'm making an exception.

the worst

[devoutish]

I'm honored.

[plundering]

You should be.

Good luck with Duster.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Good luck with your ribs. How's the shoulder?

[plundering]

It's driving me nuts. Worse than the ribs.

[Look! Honesty!]

[devoutish]

Does the sling help?

[plundering]

Yeah. You're a lifesaver. Remind me to make it up to you.

[devoutish]

I will. I'll keep that in mind, yeah.

[plundering]

You'd better not scalp me.

[devoutish]

Scalp you? I wasn't thinking of punishment.

[plundering]

[What? Oh, wait. Time differences.]

No, no. Scalping. Ripping someone off. Like buying up most of the stock of a product and then reselling it for crazy prices.

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT SHE WAS MAKING A HAT/HAIR JOKE

[devoutish]

Ah - that sort of scalping. Yeah. Which I have dabbled in, right.

I won't disappoint you. But I will be taking suggestions.

HAHA omg she should have whoops

[plundering]

Of course you have. I'll make a list and get back to you.

[devoutish]

Send it over. I'll be waiting.

[plundering]

[About fifteen minutes later, she responds.]

Alright, here it is.

[Fiona attaches a list, which reads:]


1. Making a waterproof cover for your hat.
2. Acting as your bodyguard for one (1) day, unless something life threatening happens, in which case the deal is void.
3. Golf caddy. Supply caddy? Following you around and carrying your stuff for you, whatever. I only have one working arm, so it might be more "dragging your stuff" than "carrying".
4. Singing your praises on the network for a specified amount of time, except I can't promise that anything I say will be true. Or realistic.
5. Wild card. You pick something.

[devoutish]

6. Use of your hat for one (1) hour

[plundering]

You drive a hard bargain. What are you going to do with it?

[devoutish]

[Back to audio.]

Run off with it.

I may pick 4.

[plundering]

[Back to audio, as well!]

Do you want a demonstration?

[devoutish]

I do. Yes.

[plundering]

Alright.

[There's a pause as she thinks.]

Alfie Solomons single-handedly took control of Sawtooth Cauldron with nothing but a spoon and a handful of screws. He killed half of the gang there before the rest fell at his knees and begged for mercy. He was so terrifying that their buzzards fell out of the sky and immediately self-destructed rather than face him.

[Another beat, and then:]

Buzzards are flying robots with machine guns and missiles. Not... birds.

[devoutish]

[He's definitely chuckling a bit.]

I'm gonna go with four. Yeah.

[plundering]

Deal. Let me know when you're cashing in.

[devoutish]

Mmhm.

Talk again soon?