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Bella's inbox is very, very full.

She sighs. "J, partition all emails on the subject of the renaissance faire, my date thereto, and Ripper. Drop in ten typical cases for you to learn on."

J obediently empties her inbox of excess email. She reads the ten of them, answers one herself (it's about her willingness to appear at events; the renfaire is not the only place she'd be welcome) and refers the writer to her PR people who schedule her stuff so they can filter such requests. If there are going to be a lot of them, she can't evaluate all the offers herself - although she does add a tick in her schedule for updating her list of things and people she likes and would be particularly happy to appear with.

The other nine have to do with Ripper.

[Hey, you.]
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[Hey, yourself!]

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[I have a whole lot of email about you. How d'you want me to handle it?]

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[...good question. What about me?]

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[I had J pick out a sample of the emails - there are way more than I've read. Some of the emails are from your fans, since I have a public address and you don't. They want to know if that was really you, tell you that you looked hot in the pictures they saw, one person likes both you and that Celtic metal band and wants you to join them. People who don't know who you are want to know who you are, several of them are confused about your gender and consequently my orientation, one person is raving incoherently about how she can get an entrez to the fancy royal wedding she is presuming is in the works.]

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[I did look hot! I am not going to join that Celtic metal band, adorable as that guy was. Do you usually bother answering stuff like that?]

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[Usually J would do it, but J needs answers from me to learn on or policy or both, so I have to have a policy about discussing you before it can take over.]

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[Eh, I don't have much of an opinion. You can tell people who I am and that I'm not a girl and all that, or not, whatever's convenient.]

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[Do you care how flatly I inform people that there is not a massive royal wedding in the works?]

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[Not at all.]

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[Okay then.]

Typety typety.

[Probably will stem the tide some if I put you in my FAQ.]
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[Do that, then.]

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She does:

Are you seeing anybody?

Yes; Ripper (formerly of the band "Wretched".)

Is there going to be a big royal wedding?

Not for the foreseeable future.

[Put. And linked to the Wretched website.]
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He looks it up.

[I love you.]
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[I love you too - was there something particularly cute about the FAQ?]

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[Imagining you saying 'not for the forseeable future' is hilarious.]

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She laughs. [Why?]

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[I don't know. Because I love you?]

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[I love you too. I still don't get it.]

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[It's just, I don't know, very you.]

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[Okay. I am very me.]

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[You are! And I like you that way. Hey, are you busy?]

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[Just teaching J how to handle this class of emails. I'll be all done in a minute.]

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[I like the sound of that.]

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[I should hope so.]

And a minute later, J has been taught - she'll still get a disproportionate number of these for a while, as it calibrates, but it should be able to do most of them - and there is a knock at Ripper's door.
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And the door opens, and Ripper kisses her.

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