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[saidrepent]

[Before he actually speaks, Raymond opens with a long-suffering sigh.]

To any of you out there who are still underage after this weekend... Don't do drugs.

Seriously, just don't.

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[saidrepent]

[Well.]

Ms. Wallace.

[synanthrope]

Saya. You can call me Saya.

[saidrepent]

Saya.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[synanthrope]

Curiosity.

Blame the curse.

[saidrepent]

I'm sure the curse is to blame for plenty of things.

[synanthrope]

Do you really like cars?

[saidrepent]

[There's a pause.]

I have an appreciation for them.

[synanthrope]

Does that include an appreciation for how they work?

[saidrepent]

To an extent, sure. [Where is she going with this?]

[synanthrope]

Can you repair them?

[saidrepent]

Not particularly, no. My skill set lies in a different field.

[synanthrope]

Shame.

[saidrepent]

Why is that?

[synanthrope]

I need a new mechanic.

[saidrepent]

What happened to the old mechanic?

[synanthrope]

He went home.

[saidrepent]

Too bad.

Even if I were more mechanically-inclined, Ms. Wallace — [A pause.] — Saya... I'm afraid I'd have to turn down any potential job offers. I've already got an employer.

[synanthrope]

It hardly hurts to inquire.

[saidrepent]

No, it doesn't.