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It's a bit of a cheat if I say both, isn't it, and yet here I am.

But officially, should anyone ask, Olympia. And yourself? I assume you'll be staying with Mr. DeVere in either case.

[ Look, James already teased him about following Harry. This is!! uncalled for!! ]

i know the feeling

[ In truth, he doesn't mind either way. It's a relief to hear the thought echoed by someone clever and that she'll be ending up in Olympia, too. Presently, it's only Margaery he'll be leaving in Wyver, which — it concerns him more than most staying behind would, if he's honest. He tries not to dwell on it. ]

henry prefers olympia yeah
along with all the other brits
so probably there too

Snobbery can be predictable, I'm afraid, and I do so like the Institute's labs. Though I'm glad to hear it; I would have seen you either way, but it's nice to be in the same city.

[A few seconds pass, and she adds:]

This isn't a job offer, not yet. I've got to establish a few things first. But if I did have a few delivery jobs around Olympia that needed doing, would you be interested?

[ He laughs at the snobbery quip 'cause it's true, and he didn't want to be the one to say it. I would have seen you either way is, well, not entirely surprising, but to see it written so explicitly is reassuring. He wants to say You, too with more oomph.

The moment passes. ]

knew you were sweet on me 😉
you want me to be your delivery boy??

[ suddenly, the joke that he's a glorified cabana boy is seeming more legit?? ]

why not
who knows if i'll be able to charm my old job back anyway
what are you hoping to deliver?

Fantastic products for a reasonable price.

I used to own a shop, years and years ago. Lutece Labs, where people came in and asked for what they wanted, and sooner or later I delivered. It was a way to pass the time and make enough money for our spare projects. Given I've just gotten a fair amount of silver myself, now's the best time to reopen such a thing. It'd be small at first - no proper storefront, but rather limited to refugees. And given there'd be no store proper, and that I have no intention of running around . . . that's where you'd come in, my delivery boy.

I don't know if I'd be able to replicate all that I could do in Columbia, but I'm certain I could offer a fair few things. Improved weapons, shields, vitality and energy concoctions . . . we seem to have any number of fighters in our ranks; that ought to delight them.

[ my delivery boy. jesus. ]

alright then
are all the madams weapon manufacturers where you come from?

Wouldn't it be a fascinating world if they were?

It shan't all be weapons. I've little desire to be an arms dealer. Think more defensively. I'll even offer you a discount, if you've any want for my eventual wares.

Actually, I want to see if I can develop an older product first. It was a magnetic shield that could envelop you forever, until it was shattered. Terribly handy in a pinch.

i'm technically retired but maybe

[ """"retired"""" ]

sounds sick as fuck
like proper gadgetry

My original client was satisfied.

[A few seconds pass, and then:]

Well. He was ungrateful, actually, but nor did he get shot, so I imagine at some point or another he likely at least thought kindly upon the shield.

lucky bastard
hopefully you get better clients around here
the refugees tend to be pretty friendly

[ everyone here is nicer than 90% of the people he knew back home so. ]

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yes beautiful perfect

humbled & blessed

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