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“This was a bad idea, h'm? You're trying to trap me!”
“Hush Doctor, this was my father's idea. Not mine. And we agreed. It's done.”
“Trap us, yes? I was... we have a granddaughter! And nearly a grandson. Their aunt will be younger that them! It's preposterous. Why?”
Koschei leant forward and kissed his husband on the nose. “You agreed. I agreed.” Because my father bribed the Castellan, he did not add. “It's done. She's growing on the loom. Now shield your doubt, she's nearly 4 months old, she will hear us if not sense us.”
“My loom body is wearing thin. I get aches. My physician says it's my corrupted DNA. Nonsense! Man's an idiot! My practice is busy at the moment! So many low level arrests. I'm in no position to look after another child!” the Doctor grumbled, but he was accepting the situation of the distraction and family encouraged chance to save the marriage.
You'll have to, if my plan comes to fruition, the Master thought to himself...