Zonama Sekot, Monday Evening Fandom Time

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Another long day of sorting out arguments and soothing flared tempers, playing translator, writing up reports and transmitting them back to the Council, and all the dozens of little yellow-tape things -- all of that was done, thankfully, and Tahiri finally had a chance to get some alone time

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Ender hadn't checked in on Tahiri's progress on Zonama Sekot for a while, though he'd been planning to. Now, just back from work (and clearing some minivan stuff with Warren) seemed like as good a time as any.

Hence, he was calling.

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Tahiri, luckily, had just managed to log her twelfth and final vote call by the time Ender's call came through, so he was spared any heartily guttural swearing when she picked up. And where before she might have answered with a casual "Hello, Ender," she'd been back on the job for long enough that habit kicked in.

"Jedi Veila here. Hello, Ender."

. . . mostly.

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If Tahiri thought she was hearing amusement in Ender's voice, she was... probably entirely correct, as he returned a, "Hello, Jedi Veila. Debrief me on your progress?"

Hey, he spoke fluent military.

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Better than she did, that was for sure.

"I'd be happy to, but I'd like to know if the volcano is still a cause for concern," she answered, having stretched her capacity for military jargon as far as she cared to. "Besides, I don't report to you, so I'd like to know how you're doing, too."

[OOC: Ugh, notification fail. *smites*]