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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[plundering]

That's the idea.

[devoutish]

And that sister of yours?

[plundering]

She's coming with.

[That's the whole point. Fiona promised.]

[devoutish]

Older or younger?

[plundering]

Younger.

[devoutish]

Yeah - I'm the oldest, too. But of four, not two.

[plundering]

Yeah? Brothers and sisters?

[devoutish]

Two brothers. One sister.

[God, he misses them.]

[plundering]

[That's something Fiona can definitely relate to.]

How much younger?

[devoutish]

Henry is two years younger than me. Leah's six years younger, and Adam's seven years younger. They've all got kids of their own; it's a big family.

[plundering]

Huh. Is that... nice?

[Fiona can't decide if that would be amazing or suffocating.]

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. It's got its downsides, but I would never trade it away. Family and community, right - they're tied together.

[plundering]

Yeah, right.

[She's never really had a community. It's always just been her, Sasha and Felix. And... now she can't really think of Felix without some combination of intense anger and regret. She should have shot that asshole when she had the chance, she thinks. Half the time, at least.]

You've never have issues?

[devoutish]

Of course we have issues. Yeah. We have issues all the fucking time. But they've all been fixable things, so far.

[plundering]

Seems like a big crime family might have more issues than most.

[Or is she just lucky?]

[devoutish]

They're all less involved than I am.

[The Solomons avoid The Shelby Situation.]

One of my brothers doesn't even live in London anymore.

[plundering]

Yeah? So how does that work, exactly? You're in charge, and what do they do?

[devoutish]

It's a big gang, right? A very big gang. Most of the people who work for me aren't family.

They do what I tell them to.

[plundering]

Impressive.

[She's half teasing him again.]

You must be pretty intimidating.

[devoutish]

Do you believe it?

[plundering]

Huh, I don't know. Should I?

[devoutish]

When it comes to business? Yeah, you should.

[So don't think he'll let you pull one over on him so easily, Fiona.]

[plundering]

[She'll keep it in mind. Right now, though, she's not scared of him and she doesn't want this to turn into Serious Criminal Intimidation time, so she laughs.]

Sure thing, big shot. No need to turn on the scare tactics for a coat, huh?

[devoutish]

Nah, of course not; no. I'm planning for a very straight-forward and respectable exchange of goods. I'd rather us get along.

[plundering]

Good. Me too. Your friend doesn't like me too much. Is that a problem?