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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

It's just a scent, Alfie. Can we move on?

[devoutish]

Yeah. No need to get worked up about it in a serious way, mate.

[jumpthegun]

[There's still a huff in John's voice.]

So, yeah. If you want a bath, you can find it in Building 208.

[devoutish]

That'd be nice.

[He doesn't sound enthusiastic, but he never does these days.]

Stop fucking sulking over the lavender.

[jumpthegun]

I'm not sulking.

[He's absolutely sulking, but tries to change the subject.]

I miss microwaves, too. You're gonna love them when they come out. Heat up food in a snap.

[devoutish]

What year?

[jumpthegun]

I think they're somewhere in the 60s? [They're not. They're further on from that for residential use, but this isn't exactly an area John knows much about.] It'll be a while, but in your ripe old age, y'know>

[devoutish]

Ah, I'll be senile by then. Nursed and cared for by my grandchildren, I expect.

[jumpthegun]

Maybe if I work out time travel, I'll bring one back for you. You'll be the talk of the town.