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[ This part of the game, such as it is, makes Brandon feel almost at home. It's a nice smile that doesn't mean nice things, and he recognizes it without any outward acknowledgment. He only smiles back, as if this conversation were happening somewhere else about other things entirely, perhaps in another time as well. A crisply produced costume drama in which people converse civilly and nothing ever seems to happen until, all of a sudden, everything falls apart. ]

Thank you. I'll make sure to do that. In the meantime... [ He lets some conversational warmth creep into his voice, intruding upon his careful politeness, his hand absently brushing up against the table edge once more. [ Could I do anything for you? Fetch anything?