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[abitofboth]

Childermass is not a man who could ever be described as cheerful, even by the most charitable of observers. However, at present, he's nudged Mr. Jonathan Strange in the direction of working on the time travel issue (even if it will be months if not more before Strange focuses enough to get much done), he's buried Lascelles (whether or not he's

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[i_flynomore]

Lynette pretty much runs to him, but stops short of crashing into him and tries not to look like she's bubbling over with excitement. "Ser!"

[abitofboth]

He laughs a bit. "Good day, Lynette. What is it?"

[i_flynomore]

"Ser, they're fixing me!"

[abitofboth]

He blinks. Mildly: "Who?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle's wandered outside and is singing to herself in her strange and rather unearthly voice, until she wanders around a corner and sees Childermass, upon which she stops abruptly and stops singing, looking embarrassed with a little noise of surprise. She was distracted.

However, she does give him a curious look and a bit of a smile.

[abitofboth]

He inclines his head. "Lady."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She curtseys delicately. "Sir." A blink, a slight embarrassed pause. "Have I met you before? I can't recall..."

[abitofboth]

Since the typist honestly cannot recall...

"I do not believe so, madam, but it is a large place. It is possible."