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[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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[That get's Hanna's brow raised.]

You aren't going to though, right? Cause I swear to god, the one is all the Barge needs.

Not to use it.

Just to have something challenging to do.

I'm bored?

Socks, I'm pretty fucking sure that you could find something interesting to do that isn't make another Flauros.

[He did bring some books back from home, maybe that will give her something to do?]

I've got a book or two you could look at? I'm not done going through it myself, been a little busy.

Socks is still a bad nickname.

[Just FYI.]

You found native magic books that are actually magic books...?

Did you want me to find interesting runes for you? Since I'm sure CK is being...himself.

And you need a treat.

It's cute and I'm not changing my mind.

[It's better than Baby Witch if you ask him.]

I need a treat because of the mess you and Vincent made, not actually from anything CK has done recently. At least that I know of.

[Speaking of...] I'm surprised he isn't bothering you. Or Iago isn't. I need to talk to Saga about him. Dunno what the fuck to do with that. But yeah, learn a rune or two yourself. One of them is on artificing and it was a pretty penny, let me tell you.

That shits hard to come by at home.

You're the cute one, baby witch.

[JS!]

The cat was looking for pity or revenge on the network, so there's that.

As for Iago- couple of things on that. He knows I give him all sorts of attention, and he's waiting for if to be forgotten.

Also, he'll target someone I care about. Not me. Hurting me doesn't cause suffering. Not enough at least.

As for your books...artificing. ..huh. Okay.

Got my attention.

Well, I saw that, but unless I want to start snooping in on his private conversations, which I feel like isn't my place to do so just yet, that gives me nothing.

[He's one violent act away from it though, definitely. If he wants to hurt people and plan that shit over the network, then Hanna can make it harder for him, no problemo.] That guy gives me some kind of vibe, and I feel like him and CK together is bad news, but I'm not about to pull them apart. Maybe the power of love with get them graduated. [He seriously doubts it, but it's funny to think about anyways.] Who's he targeting, then?

Want to talk about this in my cabin, i'll let you borrow the book too? Nothing too terrible in there that'd get you in trouble anyways.

It gives you something if people are publicly responding. You just have to listen to what they ask, and what they say. Investigation glasses: on.

[And of course if Hanna wanted to be a pest to his roommate? He would be. He's very talented at annoying people.]

I'd love to come over. Want me to bring anything? Food or drink wise?

Oh, I've always got those on. I am a professional, after all. [Even though he certainly isn't half as good as some of the detectives that have come on board. He did learn a thing or two during the shoe's flood in any case, all that time he believed he spent with Edwin was helpful, honestly.]

I mean, you can? I've got my cabin stocked with junkfood and snacks if you're wanting anything too.

Yup. A complete and utter professional investigator, unlike me.

I'm just a snoop.

[She chuckles. And then...interest peaked.]

You mean like the good snacks?

Okay, I want some junk. Coming over for the good stuff.

[Hanna scoffs.]

You think the guy who has weed magic and a jansport full of diamonds wouldn't have stocked the good shit?

Come on. I've got a ridiculous amount of junk in my pantry. Get over here and eat some fucking cheetos.

...if you have flaming cheetos I will love you forever.

[Hanna inspects his nails casually, not giving anything away.]

Mmmm...maybe I do? Who knows what I've got in my magic pantry.

[a Walmarts load of snack foods. Including flaming hot sheets.]

Hanna...

[She's already on her way.]

My lad. My good boy. I hope you have some and aren't just hiding it for your beloved munchies.

I just one one.

My true love is crunchy cheetos, this is true...

[But his pantry is definitely not just for him. All that shopping was a labor of love after almost running out of Abuelitas after just a couple of months of being on board. Some people just really needed junk comfort and he was ready to provide.]

But I definitely did get a box of the hot ones. Figured better have variety, you know?

Oh thank frick.

[A box. Heck yeah crunchy snackies she doesn't have to explain to Arthur or John just yet.

And she pauses before she knocks on his door to say:]

Hanna? I'm ready for the bounty.

[Hanna opens the door, a snack size bag of hot cheetos in hand and grins at her, holding it behind him.]

I'll reserve the whole box for you on one condition, eh?

Yeah? What are you thinking of?

[She eyes him. She wants her crunch.]

Whenever you're bored you come to Casa de Cross instead, alright? I'll give you something to do that doesn't piss a bunch of people off and give me and every other Warden friend you've got a massive headache.

[He holds the bag out to her, eyebrows raised.]

Deal?

[Sokie made a soft noise and narrowed her eyes, thinking it over.]

Compromise that if I'm magically bored, we can figure out projects together?

You're not my babysitter or anything.

I never said I was your babysitter. I made a similar deal when I was an Inmate.

No magical projects alone. It...uh, tends to be more safe that way and then we got more than just my idiot brain steering the plane.

[He can agree to that though, certainly.]

And I'm not saying you can't work on shit with Vin, be my guest, just...there's enough chaos around here right? I like to identify as a problem but that's just a funny joke, not the thing you say when someone's trapped in a magical box and you're like 'shrug, I was bored.'

[He leans forward, shutting the door just in case someone might be listening.]

Speaking of, I know I said I got rid of it, but I didn't actually. Just between you, me and probably Vincent... it's hidden in my closet and please don't try and find it, it's a fucking mess in there.

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I do magical orders, ginger snaps.

But if we're going with new objects, experiment, projects-sure. I'll let you know I'm doing that, and...

[She sighs, stepping in.]

It's for the challenge, not the shits and giggles, thank you very much.

It's not mine, it's yours.

Hey, I know you're in big business. I'm small fry comparatively, but just saying. With the buddy system you've got more power and less stress. Win-win in my book.

Honestly I was a little bummed when I first promised I'd do that, but it's been fun. Breaks that 'lone wizard studying in the tower' trope too which, I feel like some people need to try out. You could lead by example.

[she did say she was bored though, but he's nice enough to not point it out.]

Also I didn't summon a fucked up dimension for shits and giggles. I was bored, I was presented an entire library of cool shit, found a challenging puzzle and I solved it. Without actually looking at all the shit I definitely should have.

And it is mine, but I figured since we're lying and saying it was destroyed, might as well let you know it still exists.

[He offers her the bag of hot cheetos.]

And here, rest of the box is yours. Just don't get mad at me when they run out. Walmart doesn't sell a bag of holding for- wait. Do you know how to make one of those? I could really use it for ports and restock trips....

Big business huh. And leading...who? I'm not a role model.

[She finds that laughable. But she doesn't laugh.]

But thanks for your trust. And, I'll let you know when I try something that's new. As a buddy system in case I fuck up. I do usually work in it in front of John, admittedly.

If not in the workroom, then in the living room.

[Her precious! Her eyes lit up, and she carefully took the bag. Her mouth opened- and she paused, thoughtful.]

You know...I never thought of it. Boxes containing Memories sure, but not objects.

[She's thoughtful.]

I'll consult with the other magic users. If we can figure out how to mass produce them, this could be really good for the Barge.

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