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Thursday, May 7

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[mousquetaire]

Well then, we’re about to change all that. Teach me to drive, and I’ll teach you to ride. Our mares will like the exercise, anyway.

[ That would be good for Abigail, he thinks. He doesn’t see her outside all that much, and d’Artagnan is someone who is rarely inside. Maybe he can instil a love of fresh air in her. ]

[theminotaur]

Sounds like a plan. [ horsies! ] When are you free?

[mousquetaire]

Whenever you like. I'm not working today, if you want to come.

[theminotaur]

[ stares around the shop... frets needlessly about the state of her business... fuck it. she brushes her fingers across a nickle in the leave a penny, take a penny bowl, turning it gold. there, made her day. ]

Yeah, sure.

[ just gotta tuck that gold nickle in the till. ]

I can be there in an hour probably.

[mousquetaire]

All right. I’ll come to the porter to meet you.

See you soon, Abigail.

[theminotaur]

Um, we can meet in town. If you wanna stop for coffee first, I wouldn't say no.

[mousquetaire]

Of course. I actually like the coffee here.

[ This is a small marvel; he hates most modern food. ]

[theminotaur]

[ success! ]

So I'll meet you there?

[mousquetaire]

Of course. I'll be waiting for you.

[theminotaur]

'kay. See you. [ and that seems to be her farewell because she hangs up.

teenagers. sigh. ]