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I'm charging twenty bucks to watch.

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To watch what, exactly?

The gym. You aren't allowed to watch anyone work out unless you pay up.

And why would I want to?

I'm actually okay with that.

How much of a cut do you want?

You obviously haven't seen how crowded the gym is when Richard works out.

Since I have no idea who that even is, the answer would have to be no.

Okay. You'll have to pay to talk to my Mom too, if you ever meet her. Richard's her boyfriend.

You're money-hungry for a little girl, aren't you?

How about 40%--BUT before you complain, we use it to save up and get your mom something nice?

Okay, she'll like that. I'm going to charge people to talk to her too.

That might work. You think she'll go for it?

She's too scared not to. She will agree to just about anything these days.

Well. Just don't take advantage of that...

I won't, I'm being good. I don't want to give her more reasons to be scared.

You're awfully curious for a Wendigo, aren't you?

*He raises an eyebrow, but refrains from asking how she knows.* Should I be a ravening beast, then?

Yes and growling and gross.

I'm pretty good at hissing, if it helps any.

Can you try to growl? This isn't some artsy horror film.

I'm not here solely for your entertainment, lass.

Is that why you're pretending to be some sort of Ichabod Crane wannabe?

Who is that?

A hipster from TV who slept for 200 years or something. He complains about modern things a lot and walks around in old fashioned clothes. I guess he's more of a reenactor than a hipster.

Ah yes, I think I've read that book. It's almost as old as I am.

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