dear_mun | currently homeless, other than museboxes.

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currently homeless, other than museboxes.

I'm upset by your general lack of selection of teas. Lipton, really? At least you still have your farmers market honey to take some of the good awful processed bite out of it. Go get some more loose leaf tins from your favorite shoppe in-town now that you have this sick day, for gods sake you'll be doing us both a favor. Something in the chai variety if you would.

Who even drinks Lipton. You should be ashamed of yourself.

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I didn't know you were so sentimental LaRoche. Let me guess, a horrible regifting incident?

I am afraid I cannot deny giving an unloved gift or two. However, I meant to say, perhaps you should not be so picky when it comes to your own gifts, Mr. Jane.

You obviously know nothing about Lipton tea, it's the stuff they stock in the break room, it's terrible. I'd rather get no gift at all. Wouldn't you agree?

[A small, almost non existent smile.] I'm afraid, I would not be the best person to ask. I prefer coffee, myself. Although, I suspect you already knew that.

Of course, most people are. Tea drinkers are a dying breed. Though I'd suspect you don't drink that much coffee, maybe a cup or two a day.

So I have to ask, what do you consider the worst gift you've ever gotten and you can't say me because I already know that one. My thinking is tacky sweater but I'm also going on the lines of something that insulted you.

Blueberry scones. Circa Christmas, 1976.

And you, Mr. Jane? Does Lipton, top your list?

But blueberries are delicious? Of course I did peg you for an Very traditional English muffin sort of man. [He has to smile at the statement though, and the fact that he remembered the year too. Priceless.]

Well the worst is sort of obvious, second worst though would have to be the year Linda gave me a fake fifty dollar bill. I went to spend it and nearly got arrested. Course I was only twelve at the time so nothing came of it really.

I am sure they would have been, in 1976. I, unfortunately, was the recipient of said gift, just last year.

[He jots that bit of history down in the mental file he currently had for this man.] I hope, the purchase was worth the effort?

[He pulls a face, he was imagining a young little LaRoche getting the gift but that was so not the case at all and he has to laugh after taking a moment to process it. That IS pretty bad!] Good lord! Did they know how old they were! They probably would have made a nice chew toy for your dog at that point.

Meh, not really and my dad was pissed when I came back to the troupe in the back of a police cruiser. Course I got her back the next year, so in a way I suppose it was worth it in a sense.

I suspect not, although, that may be my own wishful thinking. I dared not feed them to anyone outside my garden.

Ah, I can understand your father's feelings, if a bit more than I care to, under those circumstances. 'We learn wisdom from failure much more than from success.' I imagine Linda must have felt the same as well.

Your garden? I didn't know you had a garden. What'da grow, plants? Vegetables?

Yeah well, the whole troupe was pretty mad. Lawmen bring nothing but trouble usually. I don't think she learned much though, as the next year she tried something else but I was smarter than her that year and it backfired. I do believe that statement to be quite true though.

Yes, that is typically what one grows in a garden. [He is amused, but he also knows he's being intentionally vague. He doesn't want Jane making fun of all of his hobbies.]

Samuel Smiles, I believe. And, if I can say, it is interesting that you joined the CBI with that particular view on law enforcement.

[That's no fun! Jane wants to know what he plants so he can picture LaRoche in his little gardening hat planting, well, whatever it is he plants!] Well usually, you never know.

Well, I've had a different experience with law than most of my fellow carnie brethren.

Are you interested in starting a garden, Mr. Jane? Forgive my rudeness, but you do not strike me as an avid gardener. [Oh no. No images for you, Mr. Jane. It might get out that he's planting crocuses soon.]

Ah, yes. Well, I am glad to see that, at least partly, your view has changed over the years.

I might be, I've thought about it before. [Thats a total lie, his pathetic excuse for a back yard couldn't support a garden if it wanted too. What's left is all overgrown as he hasn't bothered to take care of it in years.] Just curious what your suggestions would be to grow.

I suppose, though I still think you're all a bunch of gun happy kill joys sometimes.

I suspect it would depend on the land, and the worker. [He's not about to fall for such a blatant lie. He'd believe Jane routinely got manicures, but put his own hands in dirt? Of his own volition? Not today.]

I suppose I should be relieved that you do not carry a firearm, as well?

[Yeah Janes not one for getting messy really. He had a feeling LaRoche wouldn't fall for that one, but it was certainly worth trying. He's just going to have to fill in the blanks himself.] Well I'd suspect there isn't too much you can grow in this soil out here.

And I never will. I don't believe in the things. Needless, I've managed to work myself out of plenty of situations without shooting anyone.

With the right care and soil, you my be surprised at what you can manage, even here.

Good. Good. I'm glad to hear that. It may make your tenure here rather difficult, I would imagine.

I learn something new about you every day.

Yeah well, it's best to leave the shooting to Lisbon anyway, she's better at it.

And I you, Mr. Jane.

I am certain that you can put your mind and efforts into, anything you wish. You grew up in a, traveling carnival, correct? I imagine sharp shooting skills may have been rather valuable in such a trade.

They say that you should learn something new every day.

I suppose, but I don't much want to put my time and energy in learning to shoot people. Also everyone sort of does their own thing in the carnival. I was a show, I didn't partake in the games. At least not that sort of game. I've always been doing the mind game thing. Ever since I was a kid.

I must agree. The mark of a wise man is an insatiable thirst for learning.

I see. Were you a fake psychic back then as well? [Somehow, he could see a younger Jane getting away with nearly more than he could now. Innocence of youth and all that.]

This is very true, I was just having a conversation about this the other day with an interesting young man.

I'm surprised you didn't know that. That was my niche, it always has been. [His mistakes were often overlooked when he was younger. Of course, that's how he learned how to get better and better.]

Is that so?

Ah, perhaps, but I do try not to assume too much about you. It keeps me on my toes, so to speak..

I was, hey tell me, do believe there's a cap off for the amount of knowledge one can possibly obtain?

Well I do like keeping people on their toes. But yes, I've been doing this for a very long time.

If you are curious, I would ask the cat. Our minds can only make as many connections as we allow it to.

That is both comforting, and worrisome. Perhaps I should be glad you chose to use your powers for good, as they say?

You don't have a cat, you have a dog. It seems we have reached an impasse. Though that was my stance.

I haven't always.

Yes. But, curiosity killed the cat, not the dog. I believe, my companion is safe for the moment.

Any particular time you would care to share?

Well I don't know if your dog really counts as a dog I mean I guess in the technical sense it would.

Is that a pull at trying to get me to tell all?

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currently homeless, other than museboxes.

oh you are completely forgiven, I've been there! Also I still love you hardcore.

The feeling is entirely mutual. <3

There's so much love in this room right now bro!

Well, all you need is love!

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I just spat up my coffee I laughed so hard.

Just as planned. ;)

Seriously my coworkers were like: o.O

LOL, sorry, then!

Lol no worries! I regret nothing!

Wonderful! All is well in the world, then!

I work overnights, without laughter I would go mad.

I'm on late nights, so I totally understand.

Oh late nights, how I love you~ you entertain me so!

It's an entertaining life~ <3

Us candle burners are the salt! The salt!!

Word. Now if only we could find some pepper... oh wait, there's coffee!

Mmmm coffee... Sweet delicious coffee...

Nectar of the night gods. <3

Omg I totes just made some and had a nice big cup yay! Ready for second shifters to come in tho.

\o/ yay coffee. YAY end of shift.

Only one more hour provided latey-mclaterson isn't late.

But then how would he live up to his name? The McLatertons are a large famiy.

Well I wouldn't want them to give up their namesakes! What a conundrum.

My vote goes to go home on time & make popcorn to watch the ensuing feud.

omg I went home but I has no popcorn. ): So sad.