"Won't get in trouble for what?" Gabe asked with wide eyes. "I didn't hear anything. Did you hear anything, Rafe?"
"Didn't hear nothin' at all," Rafe agreed. "Nor did he." She pointed toward the doorway and the man standing in it. The man with an armful of files, looking with an amazingly blank face down at the pile of men on the floor.
"Hi, Tipstaff." Dexter waved.
"This is everything that it looks like," Corrival said, "and we're all going out for an early dinner just as soon as we can get up. If you hurry, I might be able to sign some of the most absolutely vitally important papers for you."
"Of course, Grand Mage," Tipstaff said with the sort of blandness of someone who really could not react in any other way, because they had no other reactions left. He moved forward, stepped over Dexter's legs, and held down a folder of pages. "These are the things which should be signed right away, sir." When Corrival took the folder, he held down a pen, staring straight ahead to the opposite side of the room.
Corrival grunted, took the folder and pen, stole the pillow from under Solomon's head and lay it over Descry's face to use as padding while he signed.
"You know, it's a good thing I don't need to breathe or anything," Descry said, his voice almost inaudible under the pillow.
"It is, isn't it?" Corrival didn't even pause in his signing.
"That one needs to be signed twice, sir," Tipstaff added.
"Uh huh. What am I signing, Tipstaff?"
"My bonus, sir."
"Oh, I like him." Rover pointed up. "You should keep him, Generalissimo."
"Because I plan to, and would rather not have him walk out and stick me with some idiot, I'm actually going to finish signing his bonus instead of tearing it up."
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"Didn't hear nothin' at all," Rafe agreed. "Nor did he." She pointed toward the doorway and the man standing in it. The man with an armful of files, looking with an amazingly blank face down at the pile of men on the floor.
"Hi, Tipstaff." Dexter waved.
"This is everything that it looks like," Corrival said, "and we're all going out for an early dinner just as soon as we can get up. If you hurry, I might be able to sign some of the most absolutely vitally important papers for you."
"Of course, Grand Mage," Tipstaff said with the sort of blandness of someone who really could not react in any other way, because they had no other reactions left. He moved forward, stepped over Dexter's legs, and held down a folder of pages. "These are the things which should be signed right away, sir." When Corrival took the folder, he held down a pen, staring straight ahead to the opposite side of the room.
Corrival grunted, took the folder and pen, stole the pillow from under Solomon's head and lay it over Descry's face to use as padding while he signed.
"You know, it's a good thing I don't need to breathe or anything," Descry said, his voice almost inaudible under the pillow.
"It is, isn't it?" Corrival didn't even pause in his signing.
"That one needs to be signed twice, sir," Tipstaff added.
"Uh huh. What am I signing, Tipstaff?"
"My bonus, sir."
"Oh, I like him." Rover pointed up. "You should keep him, Generalissimo."
"Because I plan to, and would rather not have him walk out and stick me with some idiot, I'm actually going to finish signing his bonus instead of tearing it up."