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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

"No, god no - wait, might be a culture issue again." Erin offers a wan grin. "Favors and lessons are kinda the gift cards of gift-giving for the Lost. We uh. Tend to be broke."

[goodweather]

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.” He bows his head slightly in apology. Gold; he remembers. “Right, no worries. Hey, if you ever need me to foot the bill here, my wallet’s open.”

Get it? Because there’s no money here? But also he absolutely would anyway if there was. “Anyway, I’ve gotta run, but I hope you enjoy that. I thought you’d like it.”

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[crushed_pearls]

"I very much do," Erin agrees. "Enjoy your Christmas!"