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Edmund chuckled at the attitude, one arm coming up to his chest defensively, palms flat and facing the other. “Relax. Easy– I was just trying to be friendly, one bar patron to another, sweetheart. No ill will intended.”

Lottie pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at the ‘sweetheart’ title.  “Do you like being friendly?  You might want to come up with more original questions then.”  With a wave she tried to attract the bar tender’s attention, dropping her hand as she is not quick enough.