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hanakotobawakodoku:

Eric glanced up from crafting a reflection report, a brow raised. “Ach, more already.” He snorted and tossed a grin. “Come in, come in!” 

“No, you’re in the clear,” she replied with a smile. 

“Righ’, right.” Eric plucked up a folder of paperwork. “An’ can I ask ye a favor? Can ye drop this off to Cecelia Wells? I keep meanin’ tae do it m'self, but I’m a bit slammed.”