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[feckinboomstick]

Alright.

I'm not dead.

Tis to say I've been a mite bit busy as of late, and I hope none of ye have managed to set anything on fire while I've been in.

[Being very sick]

And sayin' it now, I'll be in for the rest of the winter, none of ye are to ask me to leave the shop for any other reason than to buy food, because I ain't goin'.

It's colder than the frozen center of hell out there and it's only going to get worse.

We're havin' a sale on preventative herbs. Things for sniffles, sore throats, stuffed heads and bad lungs. Get them while ye can because I sure as bloody blazes ain't savin' 'em for ye.

I'll trade some items for soup products by the way. Still feelin' a mite bit under the weather.

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[Admittedly, Ted's tempted to think of Cassian's illness as God's reprimand. It's not that he disliked talking to him, either. Far from it; there's far too few in the world who mock, and even fewer who mock quite as well as he does. It's funny! He almost offers a generic well-wish before holding back.

Rules are rules; no talking allowed but for absolute necessity. The only thing Ted could do for him was pray, which he did most days. Besides, looking at the video responses, it seemed he was well tended for anyway. Good old Genessia, rushing to the aid of sourpusses. He knew the feeling.]