[Chilton's eyes had widened at the offering -- Crane was good with the tease, slipping it between his fingers like an ace of spades at a blackjack table. There was a craftsmanship in fitting the lure, and even Chilton would admit to that.]
Oh, Jonathan. [He smiled as the name hit his teeth Such familiarity.] Do tell.
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Oh, Jonathan. [He smiled as the name hit his teeth Such familiarity.] Do tell.
[A little work-appropriate gossip to behold.]