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So you're tryin' this out again, huh?

I can't say I blame ya, right? But you sure about this, y'know? The whole timeline thing. I mean, I know it won't be that long and all, and Gracie can hold off without hearing from me for a couple weeks.

The whole animal souls thing, though. That's real? It's pretty odd. Hard to believe.

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...what the hell is your accent supposed to be?

...What do you mean?

Your accent. Where the hell is it supposed to be from?

...New Orleans?

[Feel free to laugh, Trip.]

Others may not be willing to wait a couple weeks for you to contact them, Gabriel.

[Oh he is going to laugh and laugh hard.]

That is so not a New Orleans accent.

[That just makes me smile a little awkwardly.]

'Course I'm from New Orleans.

I dunno, Gracie will be fine.

I wasn't speaking of her.

Who, then?

[Just looks at him.]

You sure don't sound like any New Orleans-der I've ever heard.

Maybe it's a luck of the draw thing, 'cause I've lived in the French Quarter all my life.

Myself. Your disappearance would come at a...very difficult time.

[He gives a classic awkward look.]

Very sorry to hear that, Baron. Guess I'll have to work on gettin' back to you as soon as I can then.

Has ta be. I'm from the pan-handle of Florida and been up to New Orleans many times as well as bein' friend with many people from there.

Bit of bad luck for me, I guess.

Oh, it's real, all right. The animal thing.

It sucks at first, but it gets better.

I still find it hard to believe.

You know how that goes, right?

What, everyone refusing to believe it? Yeah, I do.

Your soul's going to get offended if you call it - her, I guess - fake.

Don't got one of them animal souls yet so I don't think so!

[Why yes, he is this terrible.]

Are you going to carry on about it not being real if you're sitting in bed with one? Because those people are the worst.

Hallucinations after extreme trauma are common, I think.

...at least Gracie's told me it's happened before.

So, yes, then. Great.

Who's Gracie?

My research partner. She helps me around my shop, and with my novels.

She must be patient.

She's my rock.

[Ugh.]

You know, that idiom's never really struck me as complimentary.

[He just shrugs at that.]

Never thought it was particularly rude, myself.

[And he just ignores it because awkward looks are Gabriel's default state around him.]

Please, Gabriel, call me Friedrich. I am not one to stand on titles, especially amongst friends.

I look forward to your return and hope that it is swift.

There's gotta be a more complimentary way than comparing someone to a rock.

It's metaphorical, you know?

Means stability and all that.

Right.

'Course it'll be swift. Can't be vacationing on my vacation too long, right? Haha!

And the only thing that came to that person's mind was a rock?

[Blank stare.]

Yeah, I know, it's a stupid train of thought.

[As stupid as that moron must have been.]

Riight.

So what animal is your soul?

He's a praying mantis.

Cool.

Mine's supposed to be a squirrel, apparently. Haven't met her yet, though.

So would your soul hoard nuts, then?

[That makes him laugh.]

Can't say I do it myself.

[But he does hoard cuckoo clocks, cement bricks, fur, cassette tapes, and plenty of other bizarre things in endlessly deep pockets.]

Hopefully she won't feel like embarrassing you, then.

I don't think she will!

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