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Jonathan is in his room, doing nothing in particular.

"Well, duh. I don't have many, though."

Warren shrugs. Can't help Jonathan there.

"I could send in my lady to help you."

Because Isabel is his lady. Because Warren can't seem to shake that last teeny bit of sleeze.

Jonathan nods, remembering something. "Yeah, she can change clothes with her powers, right?"

"Yeah-huh."

He got himself a good one.

Although she doesn't generally use her powers on Warren's clothes. ...And maybe she should...

"That'd be good, then. And she'll know what I should wear."

Warren rubs his hands together, a rhymes:

"It's a plan, Short Man."

"So do we know when we're having the game, then?"

Warren rolls his eyes.

"No. Andrew slacks again."

Jonathan shrugs.

"Stuff keeps getting in the way here. We should help him."

"Or threaten him," Warren suggests.

Jonathan chuckles, knowing Warren doesn't mean it.

"Whatever works."

Doesn't he?

"Because sometimes I miss the threatening."

Jonathan's smile fades slightly, and he eyes him.

"Nothing serious, though. We could ransom his action figures. Does he have action figures here?"

Warren eyes him back.

"Not like that, Dude. I just thought we could be like, you know, 'or we'll get you'. Or something."

"We wouldn't break them", Jonathan protests, because, sacrilege. "Just hold them hostage until the game gets organised."

Warren raises an eyebrow.

"You're evil."

"Evil would be never giving them back", Jonathan says defensively.

"I wasn't complaining," Warren says, of the moral ambiguity.

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