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[acoldgreensky]

Scaevola is convinced that there is never and will never be an end to paperwork, nor any sort of machine that can take care of it all without human effort. This is because we have already made our machines too intelligent and they know enough not to get involved in this whole, silly filling forms in triplicate business.

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[domina_mira]

He's probably right about that.

Still, around lunchtime there's at least a temporary reprieve -- in the form of Elizabeth Weir and food that she definitely didn't prepare herself. You can tell because it's edible.

[acoldgreensky]

Wonderful, he'll pick up a bottle of lemonade to share and they can go outside to eat? It's ever so rude to have lunch actually in the office and a little fresh air never hurt anyone.

(Make your 'he's too pale' jokes here, kiddies.)

[domina_mira]

Outside the clinics isn't a bad place to eat lunch, for both purposes of being outside and not being so far out into the nexus that something untoward is about to happen to you.

Well, nothing untoward you weren't expecting. Probably.

Eventually, over the lemonade, Elizabeth cocks her eyebrow and asks, ever so mildly, "Are there any other surprises looming?"

[acoldgreensky]

"I don't image there are, but then again, they are surprises, so I doubt I'll know until they hit. I have been making some preparations, just in case."

That would be just in case Threnody and Co decide that he really does need to be run out of town.