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"Turkey or roast beef?" Whichever Felix's preference Jim will stop what he's doing to go and fetch the food for his husband, along with a cup of tea he knows the conjurer prefers. No sense in having Felix vibrate out of his saddle from his caffeine sensitivity.

Despite his nerves, Jim still manages a snort when Tiber offers a stern 'mrow!' up at Felix for his choice of words. "Careful, he's of a mind to show you the privelages of such a station you're not privy to." He leans over the bed and ruffles the kneazle between the ears. That's enough trouble out of you, Tiber.

"It's been about an hour and a half. It came in while we were wrapping up Alpha, so I had to finish there before I came back to our quarters to eat and dig everything out." His voice comes off a little muffled at the end as Jim's pulling on his tunic over his head. Practiced by now in getting these garments on swiftly.