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If Emilie had been more prudish she would have hexed him outright. Thankfully, for his sake, she wasn't.
"Somehow I find that doubtful," she shrugged, eyes flicking up to note that the shopkeeper was now glaring at both of them. She glanced back at Sim, then at the tray, and sighed.
"If I were to help you, which I am not-- it wouldn't be for free. Looks like you're fucked."
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