To: Joe
From: Adam
Subject: RE. What's it to you?
>Hardly a company jolly, you old fraud.
Says you. How much exactly did you lose at poker this time around?
>So we have a staff shortage and we're stretched a little thin - what else is new?
Your assignment taking up with an unknown Immortal. Right charlie you would look if you came back to find him a head shorter and posthumously wiser.
>Not to mention the trouble with the pipes.
I believe they now produce little blue pills for that type of trouble. Is that why you have been so grumpy lately? I do know a lovely young lady I could introduce you to if you thought it would help and your 'piping' was up to it, and if not, I'm sure she can be very creative.
>Heaven forbid the beer should be flat!
Well I need something to sustain me while Duncan sticks his neck out again. It would be disrespectful to drink to the child's memory with flat beer.
>There are more important things going on than the state of the bar's beer!
Like who is Duncan's latest limpet? And what does she want? So glad you noticed.
>I have got a stack of reading to do, and the last thing I need is you quoting Seneca at me. Unless there's something you want to tell me about you and him?
He was a boring fart. I think one of the worst punishments I ever had was being forced to listen to him speak.
>Oh, yes, while I remember. She is Rosetta Meidani.
Humm... don't think I have heard of her. Will check my notes and get back to you.
>She's only been around for a couple of decades,
As far as you know.
>and nothing much is known about her. Yet.
That fills me with such reassurence.
>Anyhow, I brought you back half a dozen bottles of beer. Theakstons Old Peculiar - saw the label and thought of you. Can't think why.
You are forgiven. Mostly.
- Me
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dub-sar lu2-gu3-ra-ah nam-tag-ga-ni ab-gu-/ul\ ~~
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response to Joe)