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No, I don't imagine you would, but I'll assure anyway. Just in case.

I don't know about that. The cookies he got sent were inedible hockey pucks by the time he got 'em.

You’re a very sweet bird, you know. With your umbrella.

The dessert version of hardtack?

I do prefer being sweet with an umbrella to being sour without.

More like an accidental stale nightmare. Had to tell Ma to stop at one point and just send him candy instead.

It isn’t a sugar overload, don’t worry.

It sounds like she wanted to give him a piece of home, however impractical. The candy would more easily be put to use, though. What kind did he like?

Hm, true. Though I'm not the one that has to worry about cavities.

Ended up being a whole hunk of home, but yeah. She did as best she could with what she had, but she was never a baker and neither was his girlfriend at the time, so I don't think they'd have been strictly edible even if they were just sending them down the block. And he liked Razzles, because they were two things at the same time.

I do try and take good care of my teeth these days, because I think I’d rather yank out my own tooth than visit a proper dentist or healer.

It doesn’t sound like you got a spontaneous baking gene, either. I had to look up Razzles. Looks pretty good. Two for one with it turning into gum, I can't fault his logic. It's economic.

What, you don't like laughing gas? That was always the best part.

No, no baking genes for me. Much to the dismay of my high school home economics class. But you're right, Razzles were always smart choice to make your candy last. But we sent him chocolate, too, to supplement his terrible-tasting ration chocolate.

Never had it used on me, but laughing seems more suited for you, anyway. I’ve gotten drugged before, but not in a doctor’s office or with a friend.

Did they give him the equivalent of cheap holiday chocolate?

That's unfortunate. I'm sorry you didn't get a better introduction to them.

More like protein packed bricks dense enough to not melt in the heat with a vague cocoa flavor.

It’s okay. The classic ‘get drugged and wake up tied to a chair’ routine, can one really even be a proper Barrel businessman without at least one of those to their tales. I didn’t get sent on any terrible trips or anything.

That does sound unfortunate. I hope he used the good candy he got sent wisely. He could probably gain some favors trading some of it away.

And to think, when I was young I thought business was boring and full of cubicles. I'm glad it wasn't too terrible. Bad trips are no joke, and you know how fond I am of jokes.

He did. He also traded some essays I sent him. Proud to say we both sowed the seeds of insubordination among the ranks.

Yeah, there's never been anything I couldn't handle. Then again, I've never had to face a cubicle.

I'm sorry I couldn't get to meet him. You know how fond I am of rabble rousers.

Kaz against the most terrible foe: a 9 to 5 in middle management.

Me, too. He would've liked you, I think.

Forget about hell, being stuck in the middle is the real horror.

Yeah? I do have an in with you, so I’m sure you could’ve put in a good word for me.

Right? Way way back, I worked as a secretary for somebody. Barely lasted a week.

So many good words, Kaz. Whole epics of good words. But he was a nice kid who liked a lot of people, especially when they could surprise him.

I’m imagining the color coding system you’d invented during that week.

I knew someone like that once. I suppose I still do. Jesper’s a lot like that.

Oh this was back before different colored highlighters and fancy office supplies. The color was beige, all over, on everything.

I have noticed some similarities. It's nice to see.

Even the dinosaurs who lived in the next cave over from you? Did you all walk uphill in the snow together both ways?

Yeah. Was your brother reckless, too?

We did, and our homework was done on big big leaves.

Not particularly. At least not with people. With plants and wandering the woods? Incredibly. For a while I was convinced he kept getting into poison oak on purpose.

Your homework sounds like it missed its true calling as a fan.

That’s one area they part ways, then. Perhaps he was experimenting on himself.

Might've used it as a fan a few times. Gave it a second purpose.

To have heard him tell it, that poison oak was just always in the way of him getting to something else.

Two for one almost makes it tempting. Although I gave myself most of the work I did when learning, so I probably would have been fine with homework save for the part about someone else telling me I had to do it.

It'd be hypocritical of me to knock that sort of perseverance. Though being itchy is rather annoying.

That was always one of the worst parts, aside from getting grades back.

Honestly surprised he didn't develop immunity at some point, though eventually he did figure out how to avoid it.

Yeah. It seems very structured. My brother always wanted me to go to school. Not sure how it would have actually panned out had it ever happened. Speculating on it is pointless, I know. I don't do it much.

It’s a good way to be, though. Push through some pain to get where you want to go. Doesn’t always work out, but it’s better to try than not.

It's good for some things, terrible for others. For example, I wouldn't know any maths at all if I hadn't gone, but I also wouldn't have had to sit through film reels about how to be effectively popular with the other kids.

He was good at that. Probably also why he didn't run to Canada when I told him to.

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