[As Nancy sets her wolf on guard duty and goes inside, Eames turns to his fox. He cups its muzzle in both hands and murmurs a soft thanks, a moment passes between them and it dissipates into gold lights that flicker and fade away.]
[Right. Time for a cup of tea. He's not taking any nonsense from Nancy he's going straight to the kitchen.]
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[Right. Time for a cup of tea. He's not taking any nonsense from Nancy he's going straight to the kitchen.]