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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]

"...Helena your compassion knows no bounds." Erin delicately takes the cinnamon roll; it'll get to Daisy. "Whenever you're done with like, dinner-dinner yourself, if you could bring a couple plates back of whatever as long as it ain't spicy. I've got the heat tolerance of dry paper and Daisy's, y'know, Welsh, so..."

[decrypter]

"You both could stand to try and work on that."

Said with all the confidence of the girl who took the extremely spicy wings at the carnival and pronounced them exceptional while lesser souls were hacking at the Scoville content. Get better, Erin.

"But fine, I will bring you something delicious without spice. You have my word."

[crushed_pearls]

(Does...does she...does she want...Daisy to be...less Welsh?)

...No?

(You don't sound sure.)

I DUNNO AND I AM NOT ASKING.

"I'll see you again then, little bird. I should probably get back to being tall and scary."