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098 - probably backdated a little bit

Totally aside from the fact that mine smells like mangoes and Peter's smells like foam, is there any difference between guys' shaving cream and girls' shaving cream? I'm pretty sure I look better minus the stubble.

[private to Howie]

I wanna talk.

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[Howie, in a different context, had another list in answer to that question, but he knew that wasn't why she was asking.] "I think it'd be better to ask what's wrong with him, if I'm honest. It's not your fault, Elle. It really isn't. You're supposed to love your kids unconditionally, like God loves us." [He didn't exactly mean to go there, but it was still a strong force of habit.]

[Elle ignored the religious comment. In fact, she opted to ignore everything he'd said. She'd had plenty for one day.] "Okay, I talked. When do I get my ability back?"

[Howie frowned a little,] You can't cut off like that, you know. Look, you can have some more if you go do some work in the kitchen or the library. The kitchen. I don't really care if you don't know what you're doing, most people don't. Get out there and meet people and do something constructive. Do that and then I think it's even. [He had said talking was a good place to start, and meant it. Not to mention, he was fairly sure she needed a sense of purpose outside Peter.]

"You said if I talked I'd get my ability back! You didn't say anything about the kitchen!" [Elle sulked. She hated the stupid kitchen.]

"I said it'd be a start. Sometimes you have to do work to get what you want."

"So lemme do real work, not scrubbing gross pots."

"By which you mean, exactly?"

[Elle rolled her eyes at him.] "You know, something I'm good at and don't hate."

"Which means your choices are</i?" [A thought struck him for a minute, as he thought of her long list of people and their worlds] "How about... Aziraphale's trying to find out which books are from whose world. Help him with that; you tend to make more thorough notes than <i>I</i> do." [He didn't think she'd be interested for one moment in the books, but he thought she might be interested in finding that sort of thing out about people. It was relatively harmless and open information to arm her with, too.]

"Books?" [Elle echoed dismally. Well, at least the books couldn't be caked in anything crusty or gooey.] "Okay, fine. And then I get my ability back."

"Some more of it, yes." [He wasn't going to give it her all back until he was far more sure he'd managed to establish a real moral code in her and not one she just gave back to him. Caution was his thing.] "A significant amount more, but not all of it."

"Fine," [Elle grumbled. 'A significant amount more' sounded like a step in the right direction, at least.]

"Thank you, and thank you for talking to me and trusting me. It's... appreciated." [He thought, especially this time, he ought to, if only because this wasn't an easy conversation at all, and he knew it.] "Anything else, before I go?"

"No."

[Howie nodded, as at least she was to the point.] "Alright. I'll see you." [He went to leave, relatively satisfied that wasn't as bad as it could have been.]

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