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This is Lark Tennant, leave a message.

[Or a note, or a drop-by]

All right. So which needs aren't being met?

[he glances at the clock, gauging how much time they've got. Far too little to go into Trevor Belmont existential crisis mode; best put a lid on that. He chuckles, quiet, and turns his head back to scrubbing]

Never mind. I'm going to bring down the mood and there's still an hour left in this dinner. You still have prepping for tomorrow to do, Mr. Werewolf Cook.

As stubborn as you are, [his tone thoughtful] I don't think you're prepared for having a werewolf lawyer interested in you. We'll be picking up this discussion again later. My mood can take it.

Hey, I'm not avoiding the conversation. I just don't want to watch you get mobbed and burned because everyone in this ship goes hungry while you and I talk out whatever it is you want to talk about.

Neither of us wants that. The ship goes from calm to rabid over the wrong word choice in a text.

But you're my first priority.

That's a little creepy, Lark, coming from a married man like you.

Shut up. If I keep throwing carrots at you there won't be any left for the soup.

Here are the facts: if you tell me what you need and what you're lacking, I can try to get them met. For example, you're able to fight again. You seem like the sort of man who needs that freedom.

Lark, you're a smart man. I think if you read that file, you'll know what I really want, and I'm sorry to say that by giving it to me, you'll have no hope of getting your own needs met.

So how about we forget that I said anything and go back to feeding this angry lot of children?