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"But first," she interjected, "but first, mail and stuff."
"Don't say that," he said. "You'll jinx it."
There was a silence for a moment as Francis looked up. "Hm. I don't think you were expected."
"That's gross," she agreed. "But probably the only downside."
He laughed. "That's too bad."
Francis barely looked up, and someone else opened the door. His voice was lower than Francis', but similar. "The hell are you?"
"It'd be amazing," she agreed. "They're scary in numbers."
"Paperwork is the most exciting thing," he said. "Trust me."
"That works, too." He stretched his arms. "Let's just work."
"Nobody is intimidated by pigeons!"
"Don't make fun of my job," he said, feigning offense. "It's important."
"I wouldn't be dead," he said. "My brother would beat him first."
"That's true," she agreed. "And graceful."
"A lot of things," he said. "Mostly paperwork."
"Is he coming here?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Aren't we looking for pidgeons?" she teased, tilting her head.
He sighed, but squeezed her hand. "Okay. I trust you."
He handed her the phone. "You shouldn't worry about it," he said. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
"I don't care that they're ugly. They're tiny, and I like the tiny ones."
He sighed, obviously in disagreement. "Alright. Fine."
