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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.]
bellfounding
bellfounding
"Of course you are. Please note the sarcasm in the word 'proud'. I'm not going to ban tentacle porn foliage but I would not want to be described as encouraging it."
endragoned
But apparently not too hard to brainphone Aianon, who inquires by conference call a moment later, [Is there something wrong with tentacle porn flora?]
endragoned
[Then I will not trouble you with it. Except to borrow your boyfriend for... experiments.]
bellfounding
[D'you want me to hex you with teleportation so you can escape the flora if it goes rogue?]
tearingup
He spends a few extra seconds snuggling her before he kisses her again, disentangles himself, and teleports away.
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