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“I never fancied myself becoming a delivery person,” Stede said. “Is it exciting, Ed? Do you enjoy it?”
“Well, this is a bit more important than your average delivery job,” Ed said.
Ed was attempting to lean against the railing casually but sexily. Lucius watched him adjust himself until a sliver of bare tummy was visible. Lucius wanted to lock them both in the Accusing Parlor until they figured out their shit.
“This medicine has to get to Dismal Island to stop an outbreak of... some kind of germ," Ed said. "That targets orphans. And kittens. Orphaned kittens. Dreadful thing.”
“Oh, that does sound dreadful,” Stede said. “And is Dismal Island dangerous?”
“Yes, terribly perilous. But in a sexy way.”
“Really? With all those kittens running about?”
Over at the conference table, Oluwande sat up straight. “I thought we were delivering liquor and sexbots to an orgy on Planet XXX? If we’ve picked up another delivery you have to tell me. I’ll need to run the time tables again.”
“Nah, it’s the first thing, Ed’s just trying to impress Stede,” Frenchie said.
1zzyHanzBot would have sighed if he had lungs. “And we’re dead against sending him forward another thousand years?”