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No, not rude. Cold or some amount of hostility but toward each other rather than him. I do not think it is what you would call a power rather than simply being good at telling lies and weaving just enough truth in his lies that they seem true.

[The frown that crosses his face, momentary it might be, should give away the game that Will both knows exactly what he's talking about (or in the same ballpark) and isn't looking forward to how it has to be handled. Beautiful redheaded sir, why must you bring him this terrible news?]

Got it. [He scribbles again, though that particular bit of wording won't ever see the light of day to anyone else. Fuck everything.] Any idea what powers he does have, though?

[Does Mary know what happened to those girls Abigail's father hunted? He can't help but wonder. While the idea of toasting, and drinking to someone, is common, does she realize what that invites when Abigail Hobbs is the one being honored? He looks at his refreshed cup and then Mary, as if this is all very unusual to him, but lifts the cup anyway and clinks just the same.

If she doesn't know about the extent of Garret's hunting, and it comes out later on, fine. He'll say exactly what he would if she asked now, that he partook of this because it was normal, and Mary didn't seem to know, didn't seem to be testing him.

His gut flips, though, at the mere thought of it all. Drinking to Abigail. Consuming with her name on his lips, and not as some topic of conversation. As the sole reason he takes it upon himself to ingest and encourage another to do the same.]

To Abigail.

[His stomach is still upset even as he drinks, but after a moment's consideration...Garret would never toast to Abigail in such a manner, would he? So possessive of his lure that he made her hunt with him, made it very clear it was these other girls or her own life that would be taken. The Shrike did not share. Abigail came, and Will fretted, and he worked to make sure she could be as free as possible. He met with Freddie to give them both a better understanding of it all, that Will wouldn't work against her in Abigail's presence. Frederick would have had to do or say something extreme for Will to be upset that he had immediate access to her, and he never felt envy over it. Abel Gideon, she saw herself in—whatever conversations they might have had, Will would never attempt to stop without legitimate reasoning. He did his best to be even with the boys in her life who showed more interest than friends. And here sits Mary, an outsider that Will had honestly been glad to have in Abigail's life.

He'd told Hannibal that he thought he would be a good father. Looking back, rationalizing it all, he had been, hadn't he? Not just in comparison to the Shrike and the Ripper, but in general. He'd done the best he could. He'd loved and been loved in return, they'd communicated, they had shared, there was give and take, and neither of them had wanted for anything. Weren't those the most integral parts of fatherhood? Eventually his stomach goes back to normal and that drink settles.

It had done the same when he knowingly ate human flesh he cooked, but he'll ignore that.]

[Maedhros' eyes are sharp enough to catch that look, brief as it is. He would rather not have to bring such news himself.]

Assuming nothing changed when he was brought here, he has what you would call magic. He is one of the Valar who shaped my world. [Shaped, not made. There is an important difference.] I do not understand exactly how he did so but I know he bred the dragons, orcs, and trolls of my home as his armies.

[What. Well, okay. To be fair, Will did move in with a vampire wolf woman shortly after he got here...dragons, orcs, trolls. Why not? Will comes from a world where absolutely none of that exists, but he's been here a while. Shock and disbelief at worlds having what his never did has worn off, and he approaches it like they're talking about extremely dangerous cattle instead of, well. Dragons, orcs, and trolls.]

He bred all that with his magic, or something else? Do you believe there's a chance he could breed those here, too?

I know his magic was at least part. I surely hope he will be unable to do so here but I cannot say either way.

[The question is an odd one. The answer is "yes," and she'll tell him as much, but Kate will want to know more information. She always feels like there's a certain degree of chess playing that has to be done, even when she's speaking to Will. It's an unfortunate side effect of who she's also met from Baltimore, and his bit about his own deeds.

Plus, given that the names that come to mind are her friends, she's extra cautious.]

I've heard of it before. Usually the difference is in the knowledge, though, right? Why do you ask?

Freddie came by the shop the other night. April 1st. [Yeah, yeah, it took him a bit to put that together, but he thought she was super murdered and gone forever. Too bad he's not dropping those details.] I didn't believe it at first, but we hugged and she was real, you know? This wasn't a trick of the light, or imagination. She was real and breathing, in one of her usual outfits. Told me she'd already seen Dr. Chilton. She must have, because she knew Abigail was gone. Abigail was still here when Freddie vanished. She knew what she was supposed to, but right after she left, I looked on the device. She wasn't on it. I haven't seen her since. She's nowhere to be found. This doesn't happen back where we come from, but I've exhausted the other possibilities. The Porter wouldn't chuck somebody here for a few hours and take them back, right? That's absurd.

[Scribble scribble.]

Thank you for getting in touch with me. [He fiddles with the pen for a second, tasting his words before he spits them out.] Do you want your name to go along with this, or would you like me to put you down as anonymous? Whichever one you decide to go with, there won't be any difference in how seriously this is taken.

I also don't think she'd show up and hug you.

[It might be a weird view of Freddie Lounds and an unsympathetic one, but Kate's guess with the woman is that she wouldn't want to appear as if she needed to do that.

But she might be wrong.]

[BUT HIS BABY FACE, KATE. IT COMBATS THE FISH SMELL, RIGHT?]

She didn't. I asked for one, she obliged. [She didn't run into the shop and throw herself in his arms. Or the other way around. It was strictly professional. Ish. No sappy emotional outbursts, no swooning, no corsets flying open.] Freddie and I shared a hotel room in Minnesota to save on funds, after we spent an entire day in the car together. Then I drove from De Chima to Heropa with her claiming to be from Uranus, and calling me a traitor and a dickhead to my face as well as people on the communicator. We've been through a lot together, a simple hug is a drop in the bucket by comparison.

And she didn't say anything that seemed off? Did she offer the information about Abigail herself, or did you provide it first? Do you know anyone close to you who might have done this? [Close, she says, because no one she knows would do this. No one she knows would bother, at least without her finding out.]

[................................

..............................................balls.]

I did bring up Abigail first, but she already knew. Her reaction gave that away. Freddie cares about Abigail as much as I do. If she didn't know, she would have acted differently. [Oops there's that "Freddie has feelings" bus again.] I have no idea. I don't know anyone who can do that.

I doubt it matters much. There is no one else here from our world. Put whichever is most convenient for you.

I'm... very grateful, Will.

[ It's jarring to have someone she doesn't know all that well care this much about her well-being, but it does help to know. She doesn't feel so overwhelmed by the differences in this world if Will can explain it and help her through it.

And it seems in spite of being from different worlds, he understands the dilemma she's facing.

Maybe just a bit sad that he can empathize. ]

So, following your initial theory, it's someone who knows you. It could also be a very, very good actor.

Did she happen to leave anything with you on hand? Any objects, pieces of information, or anything else? I think you know by now what I can do.

[Real talk: his butt is awesome in any outfit, in any lighting. True story.]

I'm kind of feeling at home with the pre-dawn waders idea. I like being hands on with that kind of thing!

Might I have that recipe for the herb sauce you used? Also: thank you for Easter dinner. It was the lemon garlic one, I believe?

I have a new lady friend. I need this culinary trick.

[As if Frederick Chilton could cook beyond pasta or something. Spoilers: he's going to put this sauce on pasta.]

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I simply cannot wait to learn of whatever pressing matters delay your response.

If you don't want to share, then you only have to say so. This is particularly rude.

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You've been ported out, haven't you? Kidnapped or ported out.

[Kate, that's horrifying. You know how Baltimore is with their secrets.]

She didn't. She touched a few of the things in my shop, but she's not the only who has. It won't work that way, will it? They've all been handled by multiple other people at this point.

[Pats the butt.]

Pre-dawn it is. [Someone else sounds at home with that idea (spoilers it's Will).] So about five sound good, then? If you meet me at the shop, [insert easy to understand directions here!] we can head out from there with everything we need in one place.

[Well, okay then. That makes it easier. Unfortunate as that is, Will manages a somewhat human smile and scribbles down the name as it appears on the communicator. Holy God, how does one pronounce that? Hell if he knows, but he's not one to judge by names.

...unfortunately...]

All right. [It's about his comfort, not Will's. But it's nice that there's someone out there who isn't overly fussy about the police having their name.] Anything else you wanted to add or talk about while we're here?

[Just a bit. Just a bit.]

Yeah... [He has no idea what to do with gratitude. Just use him for his intended purposes and care sometimes when he seems ready to melt because he's sweating and sickly, okay?] ...anything else you wanted to talk about?

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