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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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[weirdnecro]

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

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[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.]

[weirdnecro]

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.

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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?

[weirdnecro]

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.

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[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?

[weirdnecro]

Yeah? What are you thinking of?

[She eyes him. She wants her crunch.]

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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?

[weirdnecro]

[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.

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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.

[weirdnecro]

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.

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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....

[weirdnecro]

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.