Correspondence

[windmilled]

CORRESPONDENCE

...OF THE ESTEEMED LORD LUIS SERRA, FIRST OF HIS NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF VALDELOBOS, RESIDING AT PRESENT IN THE TRADE QUARTER. UNWED, BUT RECEPTIVE.

By way of audio, video, personal caller, or delivery.

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[windmilled]

[He chuckles. Leon's always fun to rile.]

A few days?

[He sounds incredulous, but amused.]

If you like it that much, Leon, keep it. I didn't think it was your style.

[knife2meetu]

That's not what I—

[ SIGH. ]

There's this thing going around. Don't want you catching it.

[ Come to think of it, both Claire and Leon sound a little ragged. ]

[windmilled]

Oh.

[Luis holds the receiver away from his face and coughs into his elbow. When he comes back, his voice is a little raspy.]

Afraid that ship has sailed, amigo. But I'm doing better than a few days ago. You just coming down with it?

[knife2meetu]

[ Leon glances a little guiltily at Claire as he hedges: ] Something like that.

[ His eyebrows knit. Luis has sounded worse than this before. That fact provides no comfort. ]

I can look you up once I've put Claire to bed. [ He's already putting up a hand to try to deflect any incoming fists. ]

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[Luis clears his throat. At least tone-wise, he has his usual energy.]

Sounds good. Make sure you get some tea, amigos! And don't have too much fun, you'll make me jealous.

[Wink.]

Later, Sancho! Bye, Claire!

[Click!]