tfln

[gutties]

That's not really a thing that happens, is it?

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[salutosinedelectat]

[ Don’t think he didn't notice that claim over the bookshop.]

You want to give them to the shopkeepers?

[didnotcareforit]

[ Likewise, don't think he didn't notice that it went unchallenged. ]

The ones in the association, the ones you're in it with. They've all joined because they wanted to be in the group, yes?

[salutosinedelectat]

I suppose.

But maybe we could just start with Nina and Maggie?

[ He doesn't want to deal with the association again. With their memories wiped, the president of the association will start hounding him about the parties again...]

[didnotcareforit]

So it's a "go along with it" sort of situation then.

Sure, yeah, easy enough to win those two over if you can get them apart.

[ Crowley will see to Mr. Brown personally, armed with nothing more than a bitten up newspaper. He'll remember that he doesn't remember.

As for the lovebirds, one might think they were making up for lost time, the way they're in each other's pockets nowadays. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale thinks it's very sweet. And is Crowley really the one to judge?]

I can go around to the other shop keepers and see if they would like a few.

[didnotcareforit]

[ Sorry, what was that? Couldn't hear that from the depths of the pocket he's in. ]

666 of them, angel! The more you can offload, the less there'll be around the bookshop. I'll handle Nina and Maggie but leave World of Carpets to me.

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh, thank Heavens. I was hoping you would. Mr. Brown's been stalking around the shop again.

[didnotcareforit]

Could've said. What's he want now?

[salutosinedelectat]

Same as before. He doesn't remember the gathering, so he's back on my heels to try and convince me to join them.

[didnotcareforit]

Probably hoping another gathering will jog the memory of the gathering he doesn't remember. I'll see to it that he forgets about that idea. Be in his business's best interest if he did.

[salutosinedelectat]

Thank you, dearest.

[What was that about pockets?]

[didnotcareforit]

[ Dunno, he's gone to mush in his. ]

My pleasure, angel. Reconvene for lunch?

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Like a very sweet piece of chocolate.]

The Ritz?

[didnotcareforit]

[ Dark chocolate. ]

Where else? Text me when you're ready and I'll give you a lift.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ With a cherry filling.]

Will do.