"Come on, Verg," Rodya tried, "just one more restaurant. Pretty please?"

Vergilius didn't even look up from the papers he was frowning at.

"No."
"But you and Fau both said money wasn't a problem for the company!"
"Oh, so you are now the company?" Vergilius deadpanned. "Don't get the wrong idea: our department has a specific budget. And I'm your Guide, not an accountant."
"Meaning you don't care?"
"Meaning I won't fill more paperwork for this."

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Heathcliff grinned at Ishmael who was staring in dismay at her half melting, bright green suit.

"Found yourself in a sticky situation, lass?"
"First, shut up. Second, if you want sticky, go see Sinclair, he's the one gluing papers all over the place, even on people."
"I– I'm not!" Sinclair protested.
"You are, Sinc..." Rodya sighed, pulling a talisman off her axe.
"Lastly," Ishmael went on, "the word you're looking for is goo in your face!"
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