Private message to Raz

[alt_rodolphus]

I saw that Duckie wrote, asking to come by your office for tea. Did she come by? What happened?

The Missus was asking my opinion on Christmas gifts for her during our firechat this morning, so I think the freeze might soon be coming to an end. It's still plenty chilly, though, and Hydra's letters scarcely have enough lines to read between.

Those two are more alike that they realise - both are secretive as the grave.

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[alt_rabastan]

Actually, I don't know that she won't be a fierce warrior. They come in all sizes and varieties, far as I know.

Maybe what she needs is a reason to want to put her head up, yeah?

[alt_rodolphus]

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Sorry, it's difficult to manage a quill when you're laughing.

[alt_rabastan]

And what are you laughing about, you sod?

[alt_rodolphus]

The Serious Mr Professor Sir Who Knows What's Best for Children aura that you've managed to perfect. Droll, Raz. Very.

[alt_rabastan]

Get bent, wanker. I like children, and I remember what it was like being one better than you, old man.

[alt_rodolphus]

And yet you don't have any. That we know of.

[alt_rabastan]

And you don't have any bollocks and yet you have two.

[alt_rodolphus]

I don't have any bollocks or I have two - which is it?

I'm sure that Word Has It nonsense has given you more than a few options to choose from as far as women go. More options than usual, even. I'm sure any of them would be happen to give you a few children of your own whom you can inspire to hold their heads high and whatnot.

[alt_rabastan]

Oh, what stunningly new and different advice!

Bugger off, Roddy. I've got a lesson plan to get back to.

[alt_rodolphus]

Maybe Gwen can help you with that.

[alt_rabastan]

Fine, I'll bugger off first, leaving you to enjoy your oh-so coveted last word.

'Night!

[alt_rodolphus]

And so I will.

Goodnight.