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[bertall]

Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?

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[bertall]

You say that like he's people like one of his Lumiosian girls or something.

_{[That movie had been... a thing. Nobody judge Bertolt for crying over it.]}

But, uh... Yeah. Just make sure he takes care of her, okay?

[notvaljean]

We don't talk about that movie, Bertolt.

[There wasn't a dry eye in the house. Like, damn.]

Of course. [Jean cracks a grin.] Polo is a doof, but he's a good natured one. He'll probably teach her how to flex before she's ready to come back.

[Jean slides off the bed and offers Bertolt a hand. Now that he's gotten what he wants, he's prepared to make nice to make up for waking him up.]

You want one of Ma Kirschtein's omelets for breakfast?

[bertall]

<sub>[It also gave Bertolt more reasons to avoid boats! What if the ferry sank? What if it hit something really big and everything went down like that?

He doesn't want to die on a dumb door, okay.]</sub>

At least she doesn't have to worry about pulling any muscles. She's sort of... Blobby.

_{[Bertolt shifts around a little so he can properly grab Jean's hand and helps pull himself up, wincing a little as his joints pop. It doesn't hurt, but jeez.]}

Can we fry up what's left of our bacon with it, too?

[notvaljean]

Uh, obviously?

[What kind of monster makes an omelet and doesn't fry up bacon to go with it? Not Ma Kirschtein's boy Jean, that's for sure!]