"Then I guess this belongs to you. Enclosure- we can be done in here."
Says Miles, to the forest at large. It stills down, drones stopping whirring, door appearing a little way ahead of him. He unshoulders his backpack, to get the paperwork out for them.
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Says Miles, to the forest at large. It stills down, drones stopping whirring, door appearing a little way ahead of him. He unshoulders his backpack, to get the paperwork out for them.
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"Oh, is that how it works?" Trouble drawls, looking ahead to the door. "I was almost looking forward to seeing the end of this."
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"This is yours."
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They accept the document with a sharp-toothed smile.
"Thank you, darling. In this spirit of generosity, is there anything I can do for you?"
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Says Miles, hopefully.
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"That's fair," Trouble says magnanimously. "Lunch, I can manage."
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Says Miles, choosing to interpret this as a success, if a modest one.
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"Likewise."
A pause.
"Did you mean a lunch, or...?"