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[swanchang]

Hello. I'm alive.

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[bittercakes]

Shh. Let's not go reminding people, darling.

[swanchang]

Then let's fade back into the spooky fog we came from.

[bittercakes]

Can we not refer to the spooky fog as ether?

[swanchang]

I always think of ether as the anaesthetic.

[bittercakes]

And I always think of spooky fog as pea soup.

Ooh hungry!

[swanchang]

Come to the shop. I'll give you candy!

[bittercakes]

Brill. Though I don't think I fancy those pea soup lollies. Chocolate is much preferred.

[swanchang]

Can't make pea soup lollies, not until those damned distributors send more bicorn powder. Does it sound like I know what I'm talking about? I do try.

[bittercakes]

The cursing makes you sound like an authentic world-weary business woman, but then I'm an easy sell, they say.

[swanchang]

That's exactly what I was going for. Projecting that image not targeting an easy sell, which you are not.

[bittercakes]

Not an easy enough sell to give up sickles for pea soup lollies. Entirely too chunky.

[swanchang]

But the character of the lolly is in the chunks.

[bittercakes]

And is the character of a person in the chunks and the lumps? If that's the case, I'm as good as gold.

[swanchang]

Did you read that off a pillow?

[bittercakes]

No, it was on my package of Quacky Oats Magically-mixed Porridge.

[swanchang]

Dear one, I'm being glared at by a twin, probably the one that doesn't like me. Do you want to meet at the Leaky for drinks tonight? I have a break between six and seven.