IC contact [Mask or Menace]

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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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no jimmy buffett, noh-varr would be amazed

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[The fact is that Will could get up and go to the back room, tell the customer he'd be out in a few minutes if they had any questions, and no one would get onto him for it. But this conversation has gone unexpected places, has probably run its length, and there's no shame is using the out provided. Otherwise, they could be here for...well, a while.]

If you ever get interested, you know you can ask. [Ask him. Or Gideon, even if he's not sure how that visit went. Not that he would suggest Annie spend a lot of time around someone like Gideon, but hell—she shouldn't spend a lot of time around someone like him, either. No one should. And yet...] Hope everything works out and like I said, I'll check around for boats if you ever wanna go on one privately. Just give me a head's up.

[And yet he's still inviting her out somewhere she can't get away from him if anything goes wrong.

Well done.]

but would he be impressed

[lyingheart]

[ It's the better thing, ending a conversation she'd never intended to really have. Breaking out of text is strange enough; necessary, too, but strange. ]

Thank you. [ Words with their own ring of sincerity. What, in all of this, she's most thankful for is up to debate, but it's true, much as her own inevitable inability to escape something far worse than Will, or the sea. Herself. ]

I will.

[ Wasting away again in Margaritaville... ]

no, will is not kree enough

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[No, he Will. Ha ha. So funny. Never used that one before.

He doesn't say anything else, gives her the closest thing to a smile he can, nods, and she gets to hear half a question about some rod on show before he cuts the feed.

Whatever, he'll have her in the shop one day. Soon.

Better get an oven.]