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Dearest Thom Brother Thom,

You are avoiding me. Stop scowling, you know it's true. What did Roger do to you?

Does Lucifer know?

I am aware that Roger returned. Although I dearly wish to yell at discuss this with you, I will not yell, nor will I throw you in the lake.

By the way, I heard you tossed Adam in. Well done.

That persistent rapping on your door every hour on the hour? That is me. Unless you wish me to take advantage of George's lock picking lessons, I suggest you open the door next time I knock.

Scratch that. I know you won't listen anyway. If I don't see you soon, I'm going back to Corus.

Please come see me? Seriously, Brother. Stop scowling. Your face will stick that way. and then you won't be half as pretty.

I mean it, Thom.

Love, Alanna

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*Alanna leads Thom into her quarters and smiles. Earlier today, she cleared the table of papers, clothing and a stray shoe. The room itself is remarkably tidy for her, but she curses when she sees that she forgot to take Thom's tutu off the lion's head.*

Er... welcome. Would you like some wine?

*Crossing to the table, she hurriedly pours herself some and watches him from beneath lowered lashes.*