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[ukan]

This is Lark Tennant, leave a message.

[Or a note, or a drop-by]

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[ukan]

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.

[atowncalledtreffy]

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

[ukan]

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.

[atowncalledtreffy]

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?

[ukan]

What do you think my needs are?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, if you're anything like me - food, drink. Sex with Alec - you, not me - and sleep.

[ukan]

And what is in that file that stops those from being met?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, how much time do we have? Look, you read, I'll cook. Just yell if I start to fuck it up.

[ukan]

[He wipes his hands on a towel and offers a ladle to Trevor.] Just stir it slowly.

[He picks up the file.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor chuckles, taking the ladle. He walks to the pot and does as instructed- hard to mess up stirring]