My appearance a day earlier than expected! [ This sounds entirely earnest, rather than like "keep up". ] Might I prevail upon you to make an appointment for me with him?
[ Amended: ] Well— not with me. With a facetious gentleman whose details I shall provide you with.
[ A moment, and then in case this was unclear: ] Of course, it shall in fact be me.
Just so. At the very end of the day. For one... [ A brief pause, and then the storm: ] Jean-Jacques Pierre Robert Grégoire Maxence Chauf—oh! Have you a pen?
How those who come to make appointments with him are dressed, their general demeanor, as an aid to preparation for—
[ This is for something silly and he sounds tired. More gently: ]
Never mind that. You may simply write this merchanrt heavily implied there is money to be made and it should be a very advantageous relationship for Riftwatch, and I shall take up no more of your time with my games.
[It makes him a bit uneasy, he realizes, to be complicit in deception even if it's ostensibly for fun; Byerly can be unpredictable with these things, in his experience. Perhaps it just feels wrong to lie to him. Is that a thing? Feeling wrong?
But, trusting that Lexie knows what she's doing, Benedict is all business when he responds:]
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Date: 2021-04-20 10:26 pm (UTC)[Lexie please you're a married woman and we saw how this went last time,]
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Date: 2021-04-20 10:41 pm (UTC)It's still soft, just in case. Also because theatricality demands it. ]
I must ask a favour of you. My ship has come into harbour a day early, and I should like to surprise our dear Ambassador.
[ "Lexie please you're a married woman" ]
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Date: 2021-04-21 05:35 am (UTC)[Wiiiiith,]
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Date: 2021-04-24 08:00 pm (UTC)[ Amended: ] Well— not with me. With a facetious gentleman whose details I shall provide you with.
[ A moment, and then in case this was unclear: ] Of course, it shall in fact be me.
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Date: 2021-04-24 09:36 pm (UTC)All right.
This evening?
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Date: 2021-04-24 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-24 10:08 pm (UTC)Mm-hmm.
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Date: 2021-04-24 10:31 pm (UTC)He is a [ hm... ] merchant. Who wishes to discuss the finer points of the diplomatic applications of importing [ hmmm... ] dried beans.
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Date: 2021-04-24 10:34 pm (UTC)[He is writing it down, at least.]
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Date: 2021-04-24 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-24 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-04-24 10:57 pm (UTC)[ This is for something silly and he sounds tired. More gently: ]
Never mind that. You may simply write this merchanrt heavily implied there is money to be made and it should be a very advantageous relationship for Riftwatch, and I shall take up no more of your time with my games.
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Date: 2021-04-24 11:03 pm (UTC)[It makes him a bit uneasy, he realizes, to be complicit in deception even if it's ostensibly for fun; Byerly can be unpredictable with these things, in his experience. Perhaps it just feels wrong to lie to him. Is that a thing? Feeling wrong?
But, trusting that Lexie knows what she's doing, Benedict is all business when he responds:]
I'll see it done.
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Date: 2021-04-24 11:43 pm (UTC)[ It's genuine, warm. Beans aside, the impetus for her mischief is a loving one. She is home. She wants to see Byerly. She wants to make him laugh.
When she comes, later, it'll be with a nice bottle of red she'd picked up in Minrathous as thanks. ]