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[lists_to_port]

[Accidental Audio]

[There are the sounds of deep, measured breathing. Then a rusty voice engaging with some kind of guided meditation:]I am picturing my special place. I am safe in my special place. The sea. Birds. Coral

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[voice]

[lists_to_port]

...Darling. I need that drink now.

[voice]

[lostinmyway]

Would you like some tea?

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

Nah; rum, actually. If you can spare any.

[voice] 1/3

[lostinmyway]

Hmm, do we have any rum? ...I'll ask Fenimore.

[There's the sound of the journal being set down and retreating footsteps. If Jack listens carefully, he'll be able to hear a faint question: "Fenimore, do we have any rum?"]

[voice] 2/3

[xelhes]

[Also distant is the reply from a younger voice, which might be even be a little hard to hear: "Huh?" This is followed by a short period of silence. Rum was not exactly easily available in her village, so it takes her a moment to remember it from the stories she had heard.

The second part to the reply is a little clearer due to the increased volume: "Huh? No! Why would you even ask...?"]

[voice] 3/3

[lostinmyway]

[There's a long pause. Then: "...Hmm. Why would I ask?"

It takes a while before Grune's footsteps come back.] Oh, my journal is open.

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

.....Erm...yes. Open. If you've no rum, we could--

[No. He can't go to the tavern.]

Or not.

[voice]

[lostinmyway]

[It isn't strange at all to her that she seems to be picking up in the middle of a conversation she can't remember. This happens all the time.]

What could we do?

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

Drink. Together. Lots of rum, or sake, or ale, or whatever it is you LIKE, darling, I don't even CARE. ANYMORE.

[His frustration levels...they rarely get this high.]

[voice]

[lostinmyway]

Hmm. All right.

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

....All right?

[voice]

[lostinmyway]

I'll be right back.

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

Erm..........right.

[What even, Grune.]