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[justice_is_blond]

[There's a short pause as he processes this.]

We can't bring them in and put them at risk of phylacteries again while everything is up in the air, but we can smuggle them food.

[He moves a couple of papers around so he can take down notes.]

Do you have numbers? Are there other needs?

[exequy]

Five. All adults. I doubt they would come in regardless, if they have been avoiding it all this time.

I am sure they would appreciate clothes. Blankets. Traps, perhaps, so they can stop hunting rabbits with magic before they start a fucking forest fire.

[justice_is_blond]

But imagine how exciting a risk that must be. Will we have dinner tonight, or will we have to flee for our lives?

[If he's lucky, he won't have to explain that's a joke.]

Do you know anyone who knows how to make--Ignore that, I forgot who I was married to for a moment. Right. I can get the supplies together. You'll lead the way?

[exequy]

[ The noise Kostos makes isn't a laugh, but it is at least vague recognition of the fact that Anders has said something that's arguably funny. ]

I can lead you close enough to find them. I do not want to talk to them again.

[justice_is_blond]

[He'll take what he can get there.]

All right. Give me... Give me two days as decent blankets may take that long and there's a patient in Darktown I need to see tomorrow.

Is there anything I could use a warning about, considering your prior talk went poorly?

[exequy]

They would not stop talking.

[ A beat. ]

So you should be fine.