[ AUDIENCE: ERCNARD SIEGHART ]

[dormheads]

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[ercnerd]

[He sighs.]

That's about what we figured here. All right. We'll just have to wait.

[inaccordant]

... Mm. We'll find a way to resolve this. [...] The others have put together a gift box, in your memory.

[ercnerd]

My memory? I'm not dead anymore . . .

[inaccordant]

Then consider it a gift for your return.

[ercnerd]

Aw, they didn't have to do that . . . What's in it?

[inaccordant]

Mostly treats, alcohol, and crafts.

[ercnerd]

They know what's good.

Is there anything perishable, though? If so, you should help yourself to it.

[inaccordant]

I'm not going to eat your gifts. Besides, nothing's immediately perishable. I'll store it elsewhere once the weather gets warmer.

[ercnerd]

Then I'll just have to come back sooner than later.

Tell the others to remember to eat, won't you? And the same goes for you. Don't overwork yourself or we'll all be in trouble.

[inaccordant]

I'll be fine. [a beat] But if I can pass on the message, I will.

[ercnerd]

Thanks.

You must have your hands full, so I'll end it here. Unless something happens, I'll check in with you next week.

[inaccordant]

All right. Next week, then.