[Everett was actually busying himself at the shop! Actually! Was any of the work actually pressing? Could he have delegated to others? He won't answer to that. However, he is busy enough to not notice Myr shooting in before it's too late to escape.
He gawks, shoulders held up tight, before spitting out a joke on reflex.]
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He gawks, shoulders held up tight, before spitting out a joke on reflex.]
I'm sorry, messere, we're closed.