Damage Control

[deaths_heritor]

[filtered away from Death . . . after a moment's thought, away from Teatime as well]
As some of you may have heard, a relation of mine has recently come into town.  A close friend of my parents, to be exact.  The old, ah.  The old dear was in charge of my upbringing after the age of sixteen, and he considers me to be a grandchild of sorts.  I, in

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[strike_you_out]

[from the kitchen table]

What about those who know the truth?

[ooc] I'm cool with Susan walking into the 'Slugger meets Death' thread, in case you were wondering.

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan hardly looks up.]

Those who know the truth would do well to keep it to themselves.

. . .

How, exactly, do you know, again?

[strike_you_out]

[Resting his elbows on the table top.]

He has the unfortunate habit of lingering around deaths.

Your words. [smile]

[deaths_heritor]

Don't make assumptions, Slugger. It's irritating, particularly when they're correct.

[strike_you_out]

More than assumption. He confirmed it. So did Teatime's reaction.

[Eavesdropping? Never~]

[deaths_heritor]

Regardless, you have nothing to gain from spreading the word, so you're not going to.

[strike_you_out]

[Luckily, that happens to be true.]

Understood.

[deaths_heritor]

I'm glad we understand each other. In celebration, allow me to propose a bribe of chocolates.

[strike_you_out]

Bribe accepted~ [He won't say a word.]