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[incogneto]

Well. Make sure he signs that paperwork. Do you need a lawyer? I know one.

[morepouches]

I'm not that worried.

[ Cable's going to lose his shirt. ]

[incogneto]

Do you know this person? From before?

[morepouches]

No, but I'll be fine. He hasn't lied about anything important.

[incogneto]

If you're sure.

Do I know him?

[morepouches]

I don't know. Do you know Neal Caffrey?

[incogneto]

I've seen the name. But we've never met.

Can't give you a second opinion.

[morepouches]

I'm not worried. I'm pretty hard to kill.

[incogneto]

I'm not saying he's a murderer, but obviously the hope is that he's fine.

[morepouches]

I think he's the tolerable kind of trouble-maker.

[ Which is also where he classifies Erik, whether Erik realizes that or not. ]

[incogneto]

What kind of trouble

[morepouches]

He stole underwear and tried to get me to buy him brunch. Harmless.

[incogneto]

One of these things is slightly more concerning than the other.

And what the hell is brunch?

[morepouches]

Fake meal for rich people.

Neither worry me. He wasn't stealing for fun.

[incogneto]

Why would you have a fake meal

[morepouches]

More money than common decency, mostly.

[incogneto]

Ok I'm canceling Brunch as a meal

[ This got weirdly offtopic but future humanity is fucked. ]