lung, meet rewind

[msrewind]

She gets the note just before lunch. She's in the PHQ in less than twenty minutes, then she knocks on Piggot's door politely.

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[thinkering]

"Yeah, there's that. Go through Armsmaster," she recommends. "Make it all very dry and strategic."

[mrglam]

"Yeah, probably best way. He might still be irritated with me for not having told him about being able to Siberian stuff in the first place..."

[thinkering]

"Maybe, yeah. Still not as bad as Piggot directly."

[mrglam]

"Probably not," he agrees.

[thinkering]

She stretches and starts putting her clothes on.

[mrglam]

"Awwww, is my birthday over already?"

[thinkering]

"Were you not done?" she asks, pausing. "We were lying around talking about the Slaughterhouse Nine, I didn't think that was a nude activity."

[mrglam]

"Refractory period. Boy-me has one of those."

[thinkering]

"So you're not done and I should not wear a shirt."

[mrglam]

"Unless you want to, enthusiastic consent and all that."

[thinkering]

She snorts and reverses course on the shirt.

[mrglam]

Eeeeee! Round two! Birthdays are great.