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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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[mypartnerintime]

[Max holds back the gasp at that retort - barely.]

Hey. People are allowed lots of best friends, you know. It's not a one-and-only thing.

[Alright, alright, step away from this topic right now, before she really says something dumb.]

Promise me when you're feeling better we'll go and grab some ice cream together or something. Or whatever's available here, anyway.

[onerthes]

[She snickered, opting to not dig in further. It was fun to tease, but always risky to keep going at it. The offer, though, definitely had her attention.]

You know, there actually is an ice cream stand if you want to meet up there. I hear their stuff is good and never cursed.

[mypartnerintime]

The one in town?

[Their old haunt. Max would like that a lot... assuming they got back there in one piece.]

Yeah. I'd like that. Once you're feeling better, though...

[Definitely not risking all that emotional turmoil right now. Definitely.]

[onerthes]

... yeah, you have a point. We're trapped here. But I think they have shaved ice with a syrup that is rather like those snow cones. I could get you into the 1st class section if you wanted to try.

Once... Once... Once I can be safe around you, first though. Ok?

[mypartnerintime]

Yes. Definitely only then.

[For both their sakes.]

Looking forward to it, Vira-Lorr.