[George is seated at the kitchen table, making some notes on a piece of paper. A cup of tea can be seen next to his paper. He takes occasional sips as he works, scratching his nose with the tip of his quill. Beyond his left shoulder, the kettle is thrumming away happily on the stovetop, clearly about to start boiling any minute. George pauses over
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Oi, you tosspot! Have you forgotten how to turn off the stove again?
[Honestly, what would he ever do without--
After a moment of getting no response, Fred ultimately decides that maybe George isn't throwing a fit and giving him the silence treatment but that maybe something's wrong. He can't have gone, can he? He promised he wouldn't. He gave his word. Fred immediately jumps out of bed and is charging down the stairs in moments.]
George! [And there he is, sitting at the table with his notes, as per usual. Fred sighs (irritation or relief?), then moves to turn off the fire beneath ( ... )
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Hello? Your kettle's about to boil over...
[ When there's no answer, she tries again. ]
Are you okay?
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Word to the wise. Never pass out around Fred when there's in nearby.
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[ There's a slight laugh. ] I have no idea who Fred is, but I'll keep that in mind.
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Believe me, you'll know Fred when you see him. He's the one who looks like me with two ears.
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