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[Lyle is sitting behind Parker's antique desk, and he's got his feet on top of it. At his elbow is a bottle of her best scotch, and it's missing a bit, which has probably been poured into the glass. On his left hand, he's wearing a glove, and he's got several files in his lap.]
So this is where my big sis popped off too. I wondered where she'd gone. [No you didn't, Lyle, shut up.]
Funny how priorities can shift.
I'm Mr. Lyle, and I'm going to be taking care of you for a while.
But not cooking. Let the staff do that.
Erik, I feel like we should talk.
So this is where my big sis popped off too. I wondered where she'd gone. [No you didn't, Lyle, shut up.]
Funny how priorities can shift.
I'm Mr. Lyle, and I'm going to be taking care of you for a while.
But not cooking. Let the staff do that.
Erik, I feel like we should talk.
