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Wake me when it's all over.

How do you want to be woken up.

Honestly? Anything short of a wet cloth in the face'd do.

Fog horn it is then.

Smirks.

So long as you're willing to accept the reprecussions.

What's the worst you could do?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

I was about to ask the same of you.

How about this? If I wake up first, I'll wake you next, and vice versa?

That sound amicable to you?

Either that or invest in a clock.

We don't have clocks here.

*frowns* Why?

My benefactor hates them. His house, his rules.

*nod* I see. How curious.

Doesn't seem like much, considering.

Considering?

The sort of ~~creature~~ person he is.

He seems like a man I may be able to endure.

Don't hear that very often.

I can imagine.

He's in Edinburgh at the moment, doing whatever it is he does to amuse himself these days.

Though I suspect he'll be back soon.

And with him away, you have not been courageous enough to purchase a clock? Where is your sense of adventure, mademoiselle?

Oh, I'm afraid I'm nowhere near so brave. Besides, he'd only break it when he found it.

Oh, but any opportunity to show a little rebellion.

Are you trying to be a bad influence? Laughs.