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Flexing muscles unused for too long.

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Trigger finger?

After a fashion.

More literally, no, that's working just fine, thank you.

I know about the literal. I've seen to that.

I don't think the trigger finger is the issue, metaphorically. That's more a matter of trusting my tools.

It'll come.

Perhaps you are familiar with the word practice.

*thinks* I know I've heard it somewhere before....

It might behoove you.

That's what the next few days is meant to be. Time to practice in safety.

All by yourself?

No.

Oh, I see how it is.

I sincerely doubt you see how anything regarding me is, Mr. Henshaw.

I appreciate your gift, but I owe you no explanation of my time beyond that.

That...is what I see.

*nods slowly* Then I'll return to practice.

I'll leave you to it.

Is that what you call that?

It was a metaphor! *laughs* It's coming back to me like dance steps, so I think it's a good one.

Unless you were referring to your greeting, in which case, it hasn't been that long.

You dance quite nicely, I think.

Why thank you. The correct partner makes all the difference.

So I've seen.

There's this step I'd like to try later.

You know where I am. *He smirks, then winks.*

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