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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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[goodweather]

There’s a half moment where he gets distracted as Erin’s burning mantle makes itself known again, but he brings himself back to attention quickly. “Oh—do you mean to do this today? I mean, I’m sure we’ve got time and I won’t say no, but… well, I don’t know, it’s Christmas. Maybe someone’s planning a party.”

Also Révellion just happened and he’s running on all of two hours of sleep at current.

[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!"