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[devoutish]

WANTED: 1 courageous soul willing to run weekly shopping errands for this week and the next. Buyer will be compensated for purchased goods and for time spent. Must be able to follow a list. Must have more patience than I do for the modern American custom of swarming the shops en fucking masse during the week before Christmas. Thank you.

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[devoutish]

I'll put some in, then. See how you like it.

[Alfie snaps his fingers at the dogs, pointing sternly towards the corner of the living room, where they have a big dog bed. They're reluctant - a visitor! A new person! They want to say hi! - but they're also well-behaved, so they both slink off to lie down, quietly and out of the way.]

[cadbane]

[Wise of them, and if they can sense anything about Bane it's that it's best to keep out of his reach. Not that he'd go out of his way to hurt them without cause but he also would think nothing of doing it at the slightest provocation.]

Fine.

[He glances around. He's also in individual housing so this, at least, feels familiar.]

So you somebody afraid to go out or something?

[Since he just did the man's shopping.]

[devoutish]

[Once the water is warming in the kettle, Alfie sets about putting the groceries away, glancing at Bane over his shoulder.]

I'll be honest, mate; I was just not in the fucking mood today.

[cadbane]

Because of the holiday crowds?

[devoutish]

Yeah. I'll never get used to it.

[cadbane]

I've been in worse situations.

[devoutish]

[Alfie raises an eyebrow.]

If you hadn't, I'd think your life very sheltered.

[cadbane]

This was bad enough you paid someone to fetch your needs.

[devoutish]

Yeah, but it's the sort of bad that's just irritating, that's all. Here you go--

[He hands Bane a cup of tea on a saucer. It's very milky, with two lumps of sugar in it.]