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[herr_bookman]

After his "conversation" with the Dark Dragon and Mia's subsequent tongue-lashing, Autor found himself chastened and in need of a bracing cup of tea. He picks up a face mask for protection from the flu and soldiers out to see if his worries about Oswin and Rae being infected are well-founded.

Catch him out and about in the main bar.

Comments

[cook_the_rude]

"From what I hear, this is the third or fourth time this happens," Dr. Lecter says. "And no lingering ill effects except deep embarrassment seem to ever have been reported."

Pause.

"Her?"

[herr_bookman]

"'Deep embarrassment' is reason enough to avoid it if one can," Autor says, wrinkling his nose. "And by 'her', I mean the purple unicorn. She may know if human diseases usually carry over to the ponies or if that's limited to Milliways'."

[cook_the_rude]

"Deep embarrassment is usually preferable to a painful death," Hannibal says.

[herr_bookman]

Autor raises a brow at him, and then dips his head in concession. "Well, in any case, I'm glad it's nearing its end," he says. "People are lucky that embarrassment is the only side effect. I can only imagine how many injuries could happen when one isn't in control of oneself."

He tilts his teacup back and forth, watching the dregs. "Did Rae look well?"

[cook_the_rude]

"She did," Dr. Lecter says. "I'm sure nothing will remain of the infection."

[herr_bookman]

"Good," Autor says, nodding again. "And while you appear to have made a full recovery, I'm reluctant to catch anything from you," he says. "Shall we begin the dance where I try to leave and you reel me back in? The excuse is a bit hollow, I'll admit."

[cook_the_rude]

Doctor Lecter laughs. "You win," he says. "I'll leave you alone. Have a nice evening, Autor!"

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks at him, stymied, and then breaks into a sharp grin under his mask. He dips his head. "Good night, Dr. Lecter."

[cook_the_rude]

"Ta-ta," Hannibal says, and with a silly wave of his fingers, leaves.