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[atowncalledtreffy]

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[ukan]

I'd bring down a barbecue but I don't think anyone has one they'd loan me. [Especially not for Trevor, the giant brat.]

I'll work up some recipes for when you're free. Do you need anything before I go?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[To himself]

The fuck's a barbecue...


[Rude, Lark. Trevor shrugs]

A book might be nice. Something to keep me entertained.

[ukan]

[Well that's one more thing to show him when he gets free.]

I'll bring you some. Teach you to play cards, too.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor knows how to play cards, but this he keeps quiet because he's that kind of asshole]

Sounds like fun. Thank you, Lark.

[So sweet and nice]

[ukan]

Try to stay out of trouble down here.

[He pushes back away from the cell, gives him a mock-salute, and heads back up to the upper decks.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Ha. Fuck off.

[He calls, friendly, and goes to sit down on his bunk. First half hour of a week's imprisonment; done. Only about 300 more to go]