As they sit in the traffic and wait, Tyria's phone rings. She answers it, and Aurum can hear half of a conversation.
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As they sit in the traffic and wait, Tyria's phone rings. She answers it, and Aurum can hear half of a conversation.
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"Let's grab a bite, and head to the airport to pick up a newbie," Tyria suggests. Except, she's not really suggesting. She's not really hungry, either, but it's been a while since she had a latte.
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Aurum sat silently waiting for the Curator on the phone and trying to to be rude by listening in, but it was difficult. She was unable to suppress a giggle at the way the Curator made a comment to address her properly by last name. Some people were just so rude, she thought to herself.
"Food sounds good Curator. In fact it is something I have frequently, although you couldn't tell by looking at me I suppose," she said with an impish smile.
Then a thought hit her and she added. "Oh, um, the food I mean not Curators, but I'm sure you knew that."
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