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[ettersberg]

Good day. ( nightingale's tone is pleasant and polite, his accent the kind you'd hear from a bbc newscaster. ) I seem to have acquired a pet. Does anyone know how to best care for a sugar glider? ( ordinarily, he'd ask john watson, not because of his medical expertise but because the man seems to have amassed a small army of animals, but john is — unavailable. in stasis.

nightingale isn't going to let himself linger on the loss. )

I would also be thankful for restaurant recommendations in Flona Cove.

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[vorrutyer]

It sounds like the sort of thing you'd dunk into a cup of tea.

[ettersberg]

( ah. )

It might fit into a tea cup, admittedly. ( but he hasn't forgotten your reaction to jb, so the next question has been some time coming. ) You're not particularly fond of animals, are you?

[vorrutyer]

Are you?

[ettersberg]

I don't dislike them on principle.

( he'd threatened to turn toby the ghost-hunting dog into gloves if he misbehaved, of course, but he'd never made true on the threat. it helps that he's capable of sending animals to sleep at will. )

[vorrutyer]

No? Well, neither do I. I simply tend to prefer animals I can have a conversation with.

[ettersberg]

I cannot fault you for that.

[vorrutyer]

Of course not. After all, you're one of my own favored animals.

[ettersberg]

Is it because you can flatter me?

( at least when thomas is willing to let himself be flattered. )

[vorrutyer]

Oh, I could flatter an animal, too. The pleasure is in seeing your reactions.

[ettersberg]

Have your flattery be received, then.

( it's an amendment he's willing to make. ) Surely mine are nothing worth writing home about. ( it's just a phrase, but - none of them have a home to write to anymore, do they? )

[vorrutyer]

Why on earth would you think that?

[ettersberg]

I've been told my range of emotion is somewhat limited.

( which is nonsense, of course. nightingale feels deeply, he's just rarely willing to show it. for the longest time, he hadn't been able to show it precisely because he felt so deeply. )

[vorrutyer]

Really? And how on earth would someone else know what your range of emotion is? It seems to me that you're the only one who has access to what you feel.

[ettersberg]

The range I show, then.

[vorrutyer]

Anyone who judges someone else for not showing emotion is clearly lacking in imagination.

[ettersberg]

And you are not?

[vorrutyer]

I've been accused of many things, dear fellow, but never that. My mind is always active. Devilishly so, perhaps.

[ettersberg]

It can be a dangerous thing, if one confuses imagination with reality.

[vorrutyer]

Ah. So it's not reality, that you have any emotional depth?

[ettersberg]

Must I answer?

[vorrutyer]

You must.

[ettersberg]

And yet, I am not overly inclined to.

[vorrutyer]

Ah...He's shy.

[ettersberg]

Reality or imagination?

[vorrutyer]

I suppose you're the only judge of that. But I have my suspicions.