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"When I first got here it was Taura running the place and Trixie helping." Not that he ever actually got to meet the latter properly. "So even having you around's half the workload already."

He moves to lean his shoulder on the wall next to her doorway. "But if you're still feeling ratchet after three days, you're staying here. Got it?"

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"Hey, I have this tolling thing down to a science." She holds up three fingers, with a self-deprecating chuckle that sounds somewhat strained.

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"And I thought the spa would always stay a cushy thirty-eight celcius," he retorts easily. "And that the greenhouse wouldn't bloody explode. Seems like a lot of assumptions are gonna get tested this week."

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She raps her knuckles on the wooden door. "Don't jinx it, Tim."

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"Well at least I didn't say-" And he puts on a pompous voice that almost sounds like Jon. "-at least it can't get any worse. I'm not that optimistic."

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"Does your world have a thing where anyone who says that gets punched? It's a playground thing on mine, like slug-bug or cootie shots."

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"When we started working in the Archives I had a jar where you'd put in a pound if you heard Jon bitch about how obviously fake a statement was while you were transcribing it, but after we all ran out of small change it just sort of became an in-joke."

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She laughs, a bit surprised. "Jon doesn't strike me as a skeptic."

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"No, see, he was one of those people who believed so hard that it wrapped back around into the worst denial you'd ever witness." He's smiling wider at the chance to stir Jon up. "If you ever feel up to it, ask him about either the Vittery statement, theeeeee Popham statement, or the worm sex tape." And there he grins.

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"Wait." She holds up a hand, making a face for a moment, and looks back up at Tim. "Say that last one again?"

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"Worm sex tape, the tape about worm sex, the statement in which a man had sex with someone who exploded into worms?" he offers, like any of them offer any clarification. "That worm sex tape?"

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She rubs a hand firmly across her mouth. "Right, you're going to have to explain more about that."

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"I'd love to, but my throat is just so sore," he says, sounding perfectly normal and relaxed, and he winks at her. "I'd best head to the gym already, don't need to talk for that. I'll catch you later?"

Because he's already walking away looking insufferable in the only an older sibling with the advantage can ever look.

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"Ass," she tosses after him, fondly. And already getting out her device.