Galway Girl [Closed]

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"And by that logic I'm "allowed" to get physical with you, because you came into my office and menaced me," Evan pointed out. "I just haven't exercised that right, because I'm a gentleman."

When Miss Bridget stood up, he rose as well, slipping past her and sitting in his desk chair. "The armchair is more comfortable," he said with a nod. He rummaged around in the drawer at the bottom of the shelf unit and pulled out a familiar yellow box. "Look, this box is sealed. Store-bought. You can make the tea yourself if you want, but I'm certainly not going to poison you in my office. I'm just attempting to be polite."

He spared the plant in the corner a glance. "Are you sure those are drugs?" He silently activated a little charm linked to a paperweight on his desk. Some of his more... esoteric herbs blurred, just a bit. Just enough to no longer be identifiable. "As for the book pages... No."