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[finrod]

I ran into my favourite niece this evening...

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Finrod: *heading towards the palace after work, a small wrapped package of pastries in hand*

Idril: *heading in his direction and waves with a big smile when she sees him* Uncle Finrod!

Finrod: *grins* Idril! How are you, my favourite girl?

Idril: *meets him and gives him a hug* I'm well! Helping dad in the office these days. How are you, uncle?

Finrod: *embraces her in return* I am well! *conspiratorily* Your father needs two people to help in the office? Should I be concerned by his obsessive tendencies?

( Somehow this ends in the making of promises. )

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Then I give her tea and pastries. Because she is my favourite.