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[heorte]

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[wythersake]

Picky, picky.

[heorte]

I'm not as useful to you when lightly singed.

[wythersake]

Oh, there's a joke in there for coffee, but it'll only make me wistful.

[heorte]

Shame.

[ about the joke or the coffee, who knows ]

When would you like to begin?

[wythersake]

Smythe and I have a habit of meeting nearabouts dawn. A quick run, etcetera. You're welcome to join —

[ probably. joselyn has eyes. ]

— Or later, at your leisure.

[heorte]

I would run with you.

[ a beat, then— ]

I cannot promise I am as fast as either of you.

[wythersake]

Good, I could use the ego boost.

[heorte]

Consider me at your service then.

[ and jos'?? ellis can't really predict where his commitments here are taking him. ]