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[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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[enarms]

Can't hurt a bit. Go into it confident, have a pitch ready. She'll raise you what she actually needs and you can go from there.

Have you eaten yet? I can bring something in.

[priorly]

Not since... yesterday, I think. Are you a cook, too?

[enarms]

Prior.

[priorly]

You're a prior? Now there's a coincidence you could have mentioned before.

[enarms]

Funny. I'm bringing you a meal.

[priorly]

I tried, before the lecture. Or I thought about trying. My stomach didn't like the thought so I gave it up before any more violent rebellion.

But yes, bring a meal, let's make it a dinner date.

[enarms]

Ok. I'll bring something light. Be about half an hour.

By the way, I'm practically a celebrity now. Get ready to dine with a Wyver C-lister.

[priorly]

And the reason you thought I was talking to you was?

Don't think I missed seeing your name in lights. Well, paint. You mean the signs?

[enarms]

Apparently people actually read them. It's been making giving this cure out a bloody nightmare. Though one's mysteriously gone missing.

And by mysteriously gone missing I mean I'm also a petty criminal now. Keep an eye on those pearls.

[priorly]

Oh, I'd assumed those were bough for receptionists by the celebrity doctors who hired them.

Can it be criminal if it has your name on? Unless it was a wanted poster...

[enarms]

Oh, you were out for a bonus before you'd even had your interview. I see.

Good point. I'll call you in to defend me if I get caught.

[priorly]

Well I think potential deserves its reward, don't you?

And what are you doing with it? There's a nice open spot on your office door.

[enarms]

I think I dodged a pricey bullet.

God only knows. Technically I was an accomplice. The goods are out of my hands. Unlike dinner. Have you got the stomach for wine?

[ not really the thing for a doctor to bring to the table, but something about the way the evening's warm air feels to breathe reminds him of it. a glass or two might be nice. ]

[priorly]

I'll make a brave effort.

But wait, you stole the sign about yourself for someone else? An admirer?

[enarms]

No, his name's on it as well. Dorian?

[priorly]

We've met.

And he is handsome.

[enarms]

Not the one. Nice try.

[priorly]

How many handsome men are you spending time with? Maybe I should start working out of your office.

[enarms]

Start using me for my handsome friends and associates. That's callous.

[priorly]

Now I never said you weren't the main draw.

[enarms]

I should think so too. Celebrated doctor like me.

[priorly]

Rich, handsome, smart, your name in lights. What more could a girl ask for?

Except dinner. How long did you say you'd be?

[enarms]

Not long. Just heading over now. Hang in there

[priorly]

I'm fading - fading...

[enarms]

Fade slowly, I'm not jogging in this heat.

There in a bit.

[ and he will be, actually. 10 or so more minutes spent ignoring any more attempts at communication in a gallant effort to do his doctorly duty (but mostly because he's been having to pause every time he types out a text and there's only so much multitasking a man can do between carrying and walking and texting and trying to fend off generous strangers with free samples of - all sorts of things) and there's a certain Dr. Watson waiting on the porch, as it were, not that many of the places they were able to find for themselves here have anything really deserving of the use of the word porch. ]

Still conscious?