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[Solomon comes on the screen wearing a light smile. There's a white bunny before him, one which is probably familiar by now, whom he is stroking gently between the ears. There is a notable change. Namely, the bunny is wearing a tiny little waistcoat. With a bowtie. And a couple more bows around his floppy ears. The bunny, it should be noted, Does Not Look Happy. The only question is whether it's because of the little outfit or the stroking, but either way, said bunny is nibbling on Solomon's sleeve.]

Good evening, all. I'm sure you've all met our friend Mr Ravel and his new disposition, here. I just thought I'd show off the additions I've made to his new look, courtesy of Meira and my friend An-lin, here.

[A teenage hand comes into view just long enough to wave before being snatched back. Solomon continues to smile blandly into the camera, his gaze staring into the distance.]

In the event anyone complains about animal cruelty, I would like to assure you that he's indicated to me that he misses wearing proper clothes.

[There's a delicate pause.]

By eating holes in two of my shirts. So I'm just doing him a favour, really. Smile for the camera, Ravel.

[Solomon saves his sleeve from being nibbled and puts Erskine a little closer to the camera, which Erskine obligingly snuffles adorably, the bows on his ears flopping everywhere. Along with his ears.]

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[Raine comes home a little after all of this-- she had left the Guild before Solomon made the network post, and the trip home does take her a little while, so she's some measure of bemused when she returns to all of the above.]

[She leans her staff behind the door and comes into the room proper, and when she sees Erskine's new wardrobe she laughs. It's a startled sort of a sound, though no less mirthful, and she covers her mouth a few seconds later, aware that Erskine is still Erskine and not wholly a rabbit, but--]

[It's adorable.]

What did you do?

[A general question, not a specifically targeted one.]

Who, me?

[Solomon turns in his chair toward her, his eyes very wide with perfect innocence.]

Do what? Or do you mean Ravel? Because he certainly did 'do'.

[Raine has seen that studied innocence before; it serves only to make her moderately more suspicious of what exactly her partner has been up to.]

...Perhaps you should start at the beginning. What did Erskine do, and how did it lead to...

[Raine has mostly trained herself out of gestural-only communication by now, but she's temporarily lost for words, hence the expansive wave at Erskine.]

...his new wardrobe and public, ah, fashion show?

[The kedanese teenager in the corner is trying not to giggle. It only makes Solomon's grin widen.]

He seemed to miss having some proper clothes. He got into my shirts.

[Raine is conscious that it must fall to her to be the voice of responsibility and Erskine's dignity, for he is so very powerless right now. But at the same time--]

[--how long has she been so easy to soften with that grin? Hmph.]

I assume that by 'got into,' you're implying the improper use of his teeth.

[Well, Erskine hasn't been hurt, and if that's the case then he did begin the mischief. Raine takes a moment to nod a greeting to the giggling teenager in question, by this point unable to hide the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.]

And the application thereof to two of my best shirts.

[Solomon's tone is light, but the way he narrows his eyes down at Erskine makes it clear he isn't very happy. This is completely and totally revenge. 'Powerless', indeed.]

Erskine.

[There's a sigh in it.]

[It seems to have resolved itself with no one harmed save perhaps Erskine's dignity, though. She considers.]

...In that case, this appears to be just recompense.

[It's grave in tone, but Solomon can probably hear her smile around the edges. Raine comes the rest of the way over to examine the fine handiwork.]

This is very well done.

Courtesy of An-Lin.

[He nods in An-lin's direction, and An-lin squeaks and waves shyly.]

She came to ask about her sister the other day and I realised it was a perfect opportunity to hire her services.

[He willingly puts Ravel in Raine's hands. The joke has been done, time to pass the buck.]

My thanks as well, An-lin.

[Raine lifts the bunny to eye-level, strokes his ears back and examines the tiny waistcoat a little more closely before folding her arms and holding him against her. It really is excellent work.]

Shall I assume Erskine's overstayed his welcome, or can the two of you now find a truce?

[She doesn't mind, either way; she did tell Anton she'd rabbitsit for a while, but she values a lack of strife in her home life.]

I'm willing to stop putting him in stylish waistcoats if he's willing to stop nibbling at my shirts.

[So very innocently. But Solomon laughs and rises.]

Since you're here, however, I'll leave him in your gentler hands while I accompany An-lin back home, shall I?

Not everyone is fortunate enough to be so fashionable.

[It certainly seems like an equitable deal to her, though, after accounting for the bows. Raine looks down at Erskine, wishing not for the first time she could be certain how much is rabbit instincts and how much is just Erskine being a troublemaker.]

All right. I'll see you later, then.

[She's not even bothering to try to hide her smile now. Absently, she strokes Erskine between the ears.]

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