IC Inbox - Entranceway

[directed]

Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[catchacold]

He knows what burns best. I'm surprised he's mostly sticking to beer.

[Relieved, in a strange way, because the alcoholism is still there, but, as Rip puts it: It could be worse.]

Maybe we can drink something more flammable. Keep him from burning it.

Re: text;

[directed]

As am I—but not so curious as to question it.

[Not to Mick's face, at least. The last thing they needed is to somehow make Mick think they're challenging him to drink harder stuff when he doesn't seem to have the idea himself at the moment.]

I'd just rather keep it away from him entirely if it can be arranged. [Given their constant access to magical closets and such.] Beyond that, he doesn't seem interested in drinking with company these days.

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[catchacold]

He'll work through it. He's resilient.

Just has his own ways of dealing.

Re: text;

[directed]

As has become clear.

[…]

If the occasion should rise when you decide you might want your own opportunity to drink with company, I've got a rather free schedule.

[To talk, or to not talk; it doesn't matter. Rip still feels it right to make the offer.]