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"I'm never sure what to expect, Milo," she replied with an impish smile. "Regent, rogue, card tossing layabout, father, lover, friend? Lawyer is usually at the end of the list. But yes, I'll start on the call for candidates. As for the call for those who'd go on the expedition, I say let's make it a public call and contact those we know of! Gods, if only Odyleon was in the country. No doubt he's still in N'danosh, messing around with what he thinks is important." She paused, no word having been heard from Odyleon or Robyn, and the realisation made her uneasy. "Anyhow ... yes, I'll start on trying to word this announcement," she continued shortly and wrote a wonderfully neat title on the parchment and underlined it.
Then a pause, a glance sideways at Milo and a giggle that refused to be suppressed. She looked back to the title and shook her head, trying to focus and under the table her right foot was tap, tap, tapping away, quite unable to stop itself from the unnecessary action.
"Milo?" Nell said, a bare few seconds after silence had fallen. "I can't concentrate." She pulled a wry and apologetic grin as she looked at her love. "Would you be so good as to help me out here?" The quill was placed down and Nell reached out to touch Milo's arm. "I mean, I know this is very important and urgent work and I know I pushed to do it this instant, but ... half a candlemark will make no difference, surely?"
And with a tilt of her head to one side, and eyes gleaming, the question came. "Does the door to your office lock?"
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