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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]

[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....]