it's that time again [giftpost]

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Having torn away the paper around the gift, Lynet makes a face, looking down at the silver comb, and says sourly, "What, do you think I'm my worthy sister, that I have time to spend on frivolous hair-styling?"

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"Yes," gravely, "that's exactly what I think."

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She purses her lips. "I didn't get you anything, dear brother."

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"Well, of course. You were too busy primping."

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She gives a bark of a laugh, turning the comb over in her fingers. "I see I get wit with my comb."

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"Always at your disposal, sweet sister."

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"And may I dispose of it? I've no need for your -- cunning."

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"Thank you very much."

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A sardonic little curtsy. "My pleasure."

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"Next year will be peppermints, to sweeten thy tongue."

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Dryly, "I live for next year. And what did you give your wife, a pair of horns?"

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"Ask her," he says shortly, and walks out. So much for goodwill.

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"..." Lynet responds, and, as she is now alone, she feels free to curse loudly, kick the wall, and storm out herself.