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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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[h2no]

you're buying the takeout, right? i'll consider that your gift

[devoutish]

You'll get a baked good of some sort, as well.

[h2no]

deal
see you in a couple of hours

[devoutish]

[Very good. Alfie will be waiting... and so will the dogs.]

[h2no]

[archie shows up later, as promised, with his usual bag of treats for the dogs. he greets them loudly when the door is opened, cackling madly and taking out their presents. nothing special, just some chewy dentastix. the actual present for alfie is a small box-- full of beard care supplies.]

Yo, hey! Yo! It's been a while, huh? You doin' a podcast this year?

[devoutish]

You're going to spoil them.

[Alfie calls from the kitchen. He's putting the Indian takeout onto real plates, because he's classy like that.]

They're gonna decide they like you better and run off.

[h2no]

[archie laughs to himself, crouching down and putting his hands behind the dog's ears, giving them the Good Scritches.]

What can I say? [he calls back.] I'm good with animals.

[it takes him a little bit of effort, but he leaves them and joins alfie in the kitchen.]

Looks good!

[devoutish]

[Alfie looks a little worn-out, but not too terrible. He has four takeout containers set out in front of him; each plate is getting a bit of each.]

This one's got peas and potato with the rice, and this one's got spinach. There are, you know, fritters of some sort, and this is just plain bread.

[h2no]

[archie saunters over, inspecting each take out container with interest. indian food isn't an anomaly to him, but it has a slightly different look and name in his homeworld. the bread smells good...

he notes alfie looks worn out-- if only because he's not seen him worn out before, but doesn't comment on it. not yet.]

I could eat it all... [he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for alfie to finish what he's doing.] How've you been?

[devoutish]

Oh, I'm all right.

[He'll bring both plates over, one balanced in each hand. Archie's has a little extra loaf of sweetbread, just big enough to be a proper dessert.]

And yourself, mate?

[h2no]

Same shit, different day. You know how it is.

[he takes one with a short thanks, putting it in front of himself. because... where else would a plate go!!]

I have to ask-- what pushed ya over the edge to submit such an offer to the public network? Get tackled by some kids wanting the last box of sweets?

[devoutish]

It so happens that this week I've got more money to my name than energy and patience, that's all.

[He takes the chair across from Archie's, digging in.]

[h2no]

Aye, I know how that is.

[likewise; he watches the dogs as they scarf the food down. ah, they'll have to wait. poor things.]

I have quite a few ideas about drunkenly yelling about capitalism on your podcast, if it's still on.

[devoutish]

About capitalism?

[Alfie says, amused.]

You've got something against capitalism, mate?

[h2no]

Other than it's the direct cause for literally all the environmental problems on the planet?

[he monches on a piece of bread.]

Not really.