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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.]

Edited 2015-04-11 15:16 (UTC)

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.

[...]

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

1 stick of butter 2 tbsp lemon juice 2 cloves garlic, crush them both Chopped parsley Salt and pepper to taste (you'll figure out what works best for you with enough practice) 1/8 cup Romano or Parmesan cheese Combine and stir until blended well. If you have any problems with it, let me know. I can drop by and show you how to do it in person. Supposed to go well with veal, too.

[Wait, he should say something else here. Like, "I'm sorry I was rude, but I was only rude because you were right. I was taken by the Porter. Sorry my first words to you were about a stick of butter."]

Who's the lady friend?

[NAILED IT]

Where were you? Why didn't you respond in a timely manner? Did you port out? What happened in Baltimore? Is anyone still alive? Did Hannibal eat everyone?

Her name is Raina.

[Give him two minutes. One can assume he's either so taken aback by the questions or he's looking up this Raina. It's the latter, he'll prove it.]

Ported out, didn't go back to Baltimore. I assume it's the same as last time I left. No, he didn't. The Raina who just got here? She's gorgeous.

[She's going to throw you into the ocean.]

[No Baltimore dirt. Chilton isn't going to press, nor will he express his disappointment -- the future, his future, is the one thing he's anxious about.]

Even more gorgeous in person.

[Chilton BRAGGING!!!]

We had drinks together. And a few other things.

[No new Baltimore dirt. Just the same filthy mess he's been furiously hiding from Chilton ever since he stumbled back in with his arm wrapped around his stomach, his other hand searching for a neck that there was nowhere to be found.]

And you're going to woo her further with lemon garlic butter herb sauce. [Does this make him involved!?] What are you gonna put the sauce on?

[Please don't say "each other."]

I was thinking an anelli siciliani dish.

[Fancy spaghetti ringlets.]

But it's only a back-up plan. We are attending the Swearing In together. She is, in fact, my date.

Hope you've got some practice with it. That's a risky setting for a date, don't you think?

You just don't like that I have other friends now.

[hell]

I'm assuming the sort of friendship you're aiming for with her is different than what you have with me. What am I supposed to be possessive of here?

My time? I'm only opening the floor for you to express personal insecurities, Will. We're all friends here.

Careful with that word. Use it too much and it could lose its power.

[Because friendship is a weapon, right? A source of control? Of course it is.]

But speaking of your time and power, seems I've got a couple new tricks up my sleeve. One I may need some help figuring out. When's a good time for a session, Dr. Chilton?

I have to call in my dues sometime.

Really? Is this to appease me? I mean, you are officially on the record, but I appreciate the explicit consent. How's Wednesday? Wednesday at six. To begin with. [He can't wait.] I would prefer to move you to Saturday after that.

Whatever works best for you. I'm easy. Apparently, I'm immune to poison now. But I don't know how far that extends. You're the only one I know who'd have access to drugs I couldn't get easily, and I don't think April would take it too well if I started making pancakes with bug spray or putting rodenticide in my oatmeal. Dr. Crane was, for lack of a better word, pissy last we spoke. So you can see my dilemma.

[Giving explicit consent is not how Will Graham appeases Frederick Chilton. Nah. He's going back to the drawing board and giving explicit consent in regards to "drug my ride, bro." Hopefully, he'll win something better than memories of Hannibal being a jerk.]

Why was Crane in a foul mood? Or, rather, one fouler than typically?

[Chilton latches onto that in a most telling manner.]

You know I won't just give you liberal access to my pharmaceuticals. It will be a full hour session.

I don't know. I just asked him a question and he was cross with me out of nowhere.

[He did say he wouldn't go spilling details to just anyone, this is his attempt to not get further into it than he already has. Whoops.]

I don't need liberal access so much as I need someone who knows how to use them and how they work better than I do. [Well that's dangerously close to "I need you" and Will is going to brush his teeth like four times later because of it.] See you Wednesday at six. To begin with.

[Because if they can survive one full hour session without Chilton wanting to chuck him out a window (or driving a car into the office to strike Will where he stands because of how much of a pain in the ass he can be), then he honestly deserves a second round.]

Will. What was the question.

[It was intended to read more like a command. A command that was slipping, since Will had little to defer to over text.]

Before you attempt to evade my line of questioning, you should know. Power Girl came by to see me a few days ago.

[There's the hook.]

[Oh good God. Will takes a second, because he honestly has a few words to say about Power Girl, as much as he has to say about how it seems like Chilton enjoys sending her on goose chases. But he decides it's better to go defensive than offensive, shut down instead of expose. At least until Wednesday at six.]

Work-related. Confidential. You know how law can be. Nothing worth Power Girl's time, either.

[Yes, that is his hiding spot. Implying that he'd be breaking some legal barrier and then sticking that shield in the ground and sitting behind it. A desperate last refuge.]

I don't know why you'd think legality and all its trappings would be my foremost concern.

[Be direct? Maybe that will work?]

I'm not going to risk further straining a relationship with a coworker who could report me for some sort of violation. I will put a lot of things on the line for you, but having a work environment that's relatively frictionless is new to me. I like it. I like my job! I want to keep liking my job. Don't ask me to throw it away.

[so you can have some boring gossip doesn't make it in. He thinks it, almost types it, but no. That could be taken as rude.]

I'm not asking you to throw anything away, Will. I just find it curious that you believe Crane would be inclined to report you for, as you said, "some sort of violation".

Is that the tenor of your professional, working relationship?

This isn't Wednesday at six.

[DO YOU EVER STOP]

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