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[infame]

I'll make this quick. The horses and I, here at Caer Scima - we're not working out. I know that one of you out there must be skilled in making ... transportation.

[He pauses. Rolls his eyes a little. ]

My previous suggestion for a bike was mocked mercilessly by my nephew. Seeing that he's vanished, there's no better opportunity to reach out for one. I'm willing to negotiate a price. Within reason.

[Another pause - this time, his locket shakes a little as he reaches for something out of sight there's a grainy view of his chest for a long moment before he settles back down, a cup of something frothy in his hands. ]

Also, as a matter of curiosity, just how wide is the World Wide Web at the Station? Have they evolved into social media?

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[infame]

You and Derek should go into funeral planning together, in that case.

[amplified]

If you die again, the only thing I'll have a hand in at all is the after party.

[infame]

This resentment really is baffling, Lydia.

[amplified]

I knew you were dense, but I didn't realize it was that bad.

[infame]

Gratitude would be the expected response.

[amplified]

For what, exactly? Biting me, using me, stalking me, or threatening me? I'm trying to figure out which of those warrants a thank you.

[infame]

Stalking is such an over-exaggeration, Lydia. And I didn't threaten you, I threatened your friends.

[how has he survived this long.]

[amplified]

Stalking is in no way an exaggeration. Do I need to send a dictionary to Caer Scima? So you can read the definition of stakling? And threatening my friends is, by the way, just as bad.

( the world may never know )

[infame]

So over-dramatic, Lydia. You were the means to an end, I've hardly caused you any trouble since.

[can you even believe this garbage from his mouth. ]

[amplified]

Until you get a wild hair and decide you need to use me for something again. ( Doesn't believe a word of it, he always causes trouble. )

[infame]

You should be more forthcoming with important information when it's relevant to my interests, Lydia. It keeps me sweet.

[amplified]

I think, Peter, with your definition of sweet, you ought to see someone about the function in your taste buds. Jalapenos are not sweet.

[infame]

Oh, please Lydia. You can do better than that.

[amplified]

You're assuming that I think you're worth that kind of effort.

[infame]

I'm disappointed, really.

[amplified]

Because I don't think you're worth the effort? Please, Peter. It would be like breaking a nail to save a car thief.