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[sufferably]

Then it's settled.

[proudofwhatiam]

I suppose so. Dinner and an impromptu cadaver dissection.

[sufferably]

With a follow-up discussion about mummification, if we're lucky.

[proudofwhatiam]

I don't know if you really need luck for that. I'm always happy to talk about mummification.

[sufferably]

Well, if you ever need a willing ear... ( he shrugs, bites down on a smile. learning things is the best, didn't you know. )

[proudofwhatiam]

I'll have a man for the job. [What's the point of holding back a grin at a moment like this, Leonard? Evy beams up at him.] For now...I suppose I ought to be getting home. If I don't feed the cat on schedule, he mutinies.

[sufferably]

Right. Wouldn't want him getting cross with you, or me because of it.

( he steps back, smiles for real this time!! ) Take care, Evelyn.

[proudofwhatiam]

And you, Leonard.

[She hesitates a moment, as though trying to decide whether to say or do something more--but whatever it was, she doesn't. Evy just smiles and reaches out to pat his shoulder.]

Have a good evening.