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[fogsong]

Cucumber and... feta cheese, I think. Simple, and notably not meaty.

What about a phone call? Video call?

[necrosavior]

I mean, I'll try it. Meat isn't an evil thing, you know. Especially not when you grew up without nearly as much as you'd like.

That isn't really a thing across that vast a distance. We got a letter summoning us to Canaan House.

[fogsong]

Meat isn't evil. Mysterious meat cube salad might be.

Then make him send a letter! Or a video message! There are options, Gideon.

[necrosavior]

How about this? We can have dinner sometime with both of our salads, and we can both try both. Surely you can handle facing mystery spiced meat one time.

Sure. My personal plan was never go back to the Ninth House again.

[fogsong]

Sounds like a plan to me.

Whatever works for you.

[necrosavior]

Nom nom nom. I love plans with food.

100%. Best plan. Let the great aunts die. Finally.

[fogsong]

Honestly. Same.

Dark but I like it.

[necrosavior]

Best plans. Food plans. And sword plans.

Honestly, it's more incredible they're still alive. Somehow. They're aaaaaaancient.

[fogsong]

I mean, given your dad's age and all... What's ancient here?

[necrosavior]

He is special ancient. Magical ancient. The great aunts are just normal human ancient. Like a hundred. I swear.

[ It's probably not a hundred. Gideon doesn't care. She'll round up. ]

[fogsong]

Ah, okay. Normal ancient. Then you don't gotta worry, they're bound to kill over. Hell, one of them could've died during this very conversation.

[necrosavior]

Wouldn't that be a relief. It'd be so nice if any of them kicked the bucket while I was gone. Or Crux. Especially Crux. You have no idea how many times I've taken him down here in trials. Fucker won't go.

[fogsong]

He won't go until Thirteen thinks he no longer bothers you.

[necrosavior]

That's fucking shit. [ So. Never? ]

[fogsong]

And just like that you can see your future. Sorry.

[necrosavior]

[ Gideon leaves an audio file that is a scream of frustration. You're welcome, Sharon. ]