"I'm thinking that being hammered might be the way to go," Dinah admitted. "Since I have no other good ideas. I might call so you can hear the crowds roar, early." She smiled, then sighed. "Thanks, Priestly. I should go... Fiona's waving, we're gonna get coffee."
Which gave her an ache of happiness as well as sadness, that someone missed her, and, well. Someone else didn't. "I'll see you on Saturday, maybe talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Priestly."
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