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[antitimelord]

You'll never guess who I ran into down the pub.

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[theoldgirl]

Where did you get this number?

[antitimelord]

Known it for ages, sorry I've been busy. Had a nice chat with Gabriel though.

[theoldgirl]

[after a solid minute of panicked silence] About what?

[antitimelord]

Well, what else? He seemed a bit disgruntled with your hidebound ways. I had to explain, it's really par for the course, with some notable exceptions.

[antitimelord]

He really, really couldn't have gotten under your skin any better if I'd drawn him a map, could he. Always go for your friends.

[theoldgirl]

If either of you hurt anyone else, there will be consequences. Both of you know I am capable of stopping you.

[antitimelord]

I know no such thing, of course. But that's interesting to know, in his case. I suppose I have to accept your judgment of his capabilities.

[theoldgirl]

Come here and let me remind you, then. [he's getting a set of coordinates for the Ramble, though not close enough to where she's parked that he would be able to see her from there]

[antitimelord]

How threatening. Is this a trap or are you really that emotionally compromised?

[theoldgirl]

You haven't the sense of self-preservation to avoid a trap even when you know it is one, so what difference does it make? Save your pretenses for someone who cares.