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Cecelia laughed softly, shaking her head. He knew very well that she was shy about singing.

“Charming as always, ah, how I’ve missed you, Eric, and all of your flattery. How are you, my dear?”

“Flattery? Bah!” Eric grinned wide. “I only say wha’ I mean, lass.” He approached her with his arms opened wide, inviting her into an embrace. 

“Jus’ fine, as always. Better ‘an fine – wha’ wi’ ye bein’ around an’ all.”