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[hollowchild]

Ah, hello. You've reached Sophie, but I must be in the midst of something. If you have a question about self-defense or Teachers' Council, leave a message letting me know what precisely you're interested in and I'll get back to you.

...everyone else, do as you do, I suppose.

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[daddyissues]

Angel's here

[hollowchild]

Does he remember?

[daddyissues]

[ Nearly two hours later... ]

Sorry I got distracted. He knows me, but doesn't remember Asgard.

Can you pick up some sunscreen on the way home?

Love you.

[hollowchild]

Angel is rather distracting. Does he have somewhere to stay?

Of course. Anything else?

Love you too.

[daddyissues]

Thor hall, unless Fred and Gunn take him tonight.

I'm not sure we'll get to the butcher before they toss stuff, either. See if they can sell you pigs blood?

... That is the weirdest shopping list.

[hollowchild]

I'll see what I can do about pig's blood. How often will he need it, and how much? Perhaps it would be easier to make a regular order, as it's a bit of an odd request. Blood pudding isn't exactly a staple dish.

At least they can't be bought from the same place. What would the cashier think?

[daddyissues]

Here? No idea. I'd guess at least a quart a day to be safe, so two around all the time. When the trade routes from Utgard are moving again a standing order in his district would work but right now it might take more than one butcher. Or he'll have to suck it up and deal with other animals. Asgard has plenty of chicken, pig just tastes most like human.

That was gross.

You're a saint.

[hollowchild]

We shall see what can be done. If I can't find pig's blood, at least there are live chickens to be had. And there must be a slaughterhouse somewhere.

It isn't that gross. I'll see what I can do.

[daddyissues]

Thanks, Sophie.

I'll see you tonight.