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[practicalalways]

... I got a friend here, see, and he's pretty ill. Anyone know where there's a doctor or summat about

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Voice

[dark_hierophant]

Lady Lovett, Master Warren is a healer. Who requires your aid?

[practicalalways]

Man o' many talents, is he?

It's Rodion. I dunno what's up with him. He's all... tired and mopey and looks dead pale, not eating much. And I mean, while I used to make stuff that tasted like shit before Mr. T came back, I've got me talent back, so it can't be the taste...

... he just ain't well, I ain't a doctor.

Voice

[dark_hierophant]

Lady Lovett, if you would please bring him to Master Warren's home, the Dark One could better gauge how ill the man is.

[practicalalways]

... I'll try and get the blighter to move.

Cor, me bones is weary...

Might take a while.

[unforgivencurse]

Ah...

There are four bathhouses in the city, miss. On the Lower level. They've become quite handy, and shouldn't be too hard to find~

[practicalalways]

Thanks there, love! Just haven't had one since I came here, see.

... Me dress is a bit dirty too. Any idea where I can get that done? It's got some... difficult stains on it, see.

[unforgivencurse]

Oh, I understand, no worries! It was horrible when I first came here. There was no bathhouse back then. Just the river >_O

Mmmm...let me ask around. One of the smaller clothing places might. At worst maybe I can see if there's a cleaner amongst the shops on the upper level, for you?

[practicalalways]

Oh, blimey that sounds nasty. I mean, I ain't one o' them fancy pants who can get washed once a week or what, but a river don't sound all that nice at all!

... that's dead kind o' you, love. But I'll check around down here first, thanks.

[tinminiskirt]

If you're talking about Grif, I'm positive that he still wants a pie.

[practicalalways]

Friend o' his, are you? Tell him to come by the bakery and ask for Nellie if he still does and I'll see what I can do.

[tinminiskirt]

Will do. (And thanks. I know he'll be pleased. ♥)

[Voice]

[ramblingschism]

[Slurred with sleep and illness]

I want nothing from you thank you, Mrs. Lovett!

[Voice]

[practicalalways]

... God, as if it ain't hard enough to understand you when you're not 'avin' some kind o' delirium...

I ain't givin' you nothin', you silly man. Just shut up and sleep some more.

[Voice]

[ramblingschism]

[A small sound of protest.]

Mm! Damn it all, none of your -

None of your valuable durectives...

Woman.

Madam.

[Thunk 8D]

[Voice]

[ramblingschism]

[Disgrutled stirring.]

Delirium! Ahhh-ha! Just what I'm not having, woman! Madam! You!

No delirium, no valuable directives, not for me!

So -

Yes!

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