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[onerthes]

[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.]
"Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call."
*Beep*

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[51stcenturyjack]

If anything cemented my decision about where I'm takin' a stand in this town, that was it. Been through a kangaroo court or two in my time. [And from the hard look in his eye, it's clear he wishes he could have done more to end that round.]

Maybe Sodder's evening up the score for Christmas. Maybe she's challenging Grandma.

[A glace at the bowl.]

Right now, I gotta family matter of my own to take care of. Hope I ain't out there too long. [His tone might be light, but that hard look is still in his eye. Understandable, considering just what caused that family trouble to begin with.]

[onerthes]

It nearly decided it for me as well. [She growled.] But I think you know exactly why in my case. I'm trying to keep an even keel about it, but every night I sleep, I remember. It's hard.

But let's hope there is little evening of the score. We're likely to get mired in that. That said, you go deal with that family matter. I don't want to keep you from it.

[51stcenturyjack]

[He looks her in the eye, giving her a firm, understanding nod, and she might see a flicker of that fatherly concern of his in there.]

Let's hope we have a merry Christmas, and the people metaphorically upstairs don't let their family drama leak through the ceiling.

[He'd like to hug her, but he'll save that for later. He's got a mission and he'd best head out for it.]

Let's hope I'm back with my better half sooner, if not later. See you when I get back.

[And with that, he heads out, taking the bowl of bait into the snowy night.]

[From outside, she might hear him call out "Heeeere, DoctorDoctorDoctor. woo-hoo! Where'd yah go? C'mon in outta the cold!" followed by a mischievous whistle....]