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[byweavinglives]

Will you be coming into work?

[byweavinglives]

Is seven the best time for you?

[shifts]

Generally speaking, yes.

[byweavinglives]

Then yes, seven.

[shifts]

Wonderful. Thank you. I've never been chauffeured by my workplace before.

[byweavinglives]

Your workplaces must have been very cheap, previously.

[shifts]

Oh, quite, having to provide my own planes and everything.

[byweavinglives]

When I worked for Ferrari they paid for my transportation.

[shifts]

I'll keep in mind I ought to do the same, sometime.

[byweavinglives]

I helped Mr. Orange build a motorcyle.

[shifts]

Oh?

You're certainly a talented woman, Miss Saya.

[byweavinglives]

You haven't tried even half of my talents, Mr. Eames.

[shifts]

If you create a sampling platter, I might be so inclined.

[byweavinglives]

I could arrange for you to have a taste.

[shifts]

I look forward to it.