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[bouchonne]

My dear Miss Poppell.

[heirring]

[Slow head turn.]

Is that you, Mister Rutyer?

[bouchonne]

How pleased I am. You know my voice now.

[heirring]

[yes. well.]

Is there something you need, sir?

[bouchonne]

Such formality. You know that you can simply call me Byerly.

[heirring]

I believe I could, yes.

[bouchonne]

Hm. May I call you Wysteria?

[heirring]

I can imagine no reason why you would care to.

[bouchonne]

To begin with, it's a lovely name.

[heirring]

Why thank you. That's very kind of you to say.

[bouchonne]

And to continue, I think we're friends now.

[heirring]

[ughk]

Are we? I hadn't realized.

[bouchonne]

Why - of course. You know me by my voice alone.

[heirring]

You do rather a lot of it, Mister Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

Let's talk politics.

[heirring]

My, we must be very close friends.

[bouchonne]

Your words, not mine.

[heirring]

[An exasperated exhale.]

What about politics, Mister Rutyer?

[bouchonne]

Ah, yes. No doubt you care deeply about the election of the next Divine.

[heirring]

Naturally.

[sounds like: eh. shrug.]

[bouchonne]

Good heavens, Miss Poppell. Don't you want to live?

[heirring]

Generally speaking, yes I believe so. But I don't see what that has to do with anything.

[And before you start, Byerly--] Yes, obviously I know that it matters who gets chosen and obviously some of them are much more likely to decide to put my head on a spike or whatever you like after all this bit with Corypheus and the Venatori and so on it over and done with. But it's not like I have a vote, Mister Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

Well, neither do I, Miss Poppell.

[heirring]

Well--

[That isn't what she thought he'd say.]

Well then what about the Divine?

[bouchonne]

My dear girl. Don't tell me that you think that lacking a vote means you don't get a say.