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it's diamond lil.
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[glassbox]

Y'probably know him. Nelly? Nelson Gardner.

[ it's sort of the truth anyway. but really, she probably still talks about him more like a close friend or even a brother, not a romantic interest. ]

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[enigmaestro]

I know Nelson, yes, but who is your new intended --

[enigmaestro]

[HEATED BEAT.]

[enigmaestro]

Oh, come on.

Really? You're really doing that for him?

[Eddie clears his throat, pursuing context.]

I mean he's not, ah, much of a gardener for pussy willow.

[glassbox]

[ she's probably squinting at her phone a little bit, like she wants to be sure he's saying what she thinks he's saying and trying to decide if she should be defensive about it or not.

finally: ]

So, what. Y'know about him then? That what you're sayin'?

[enigmaestro]

I've met Hooded Justice. Is that coded enough?

[glassbox]

[ she makes this noise of dislike at the mention of hooded justice. ]

Is this gonna be a problem?

[enigmaestro]

Not for me, no. Nelson might look good with a beard.

[glassbox]

[ skeptically, like she thinks maybe he's making fun of her!! ]

He could do worse, anyway.

[enigmaestro]

My concern is people buying it. You're out of his league.

[glassbox]

I like him fine. Ain't nothin' wrong with havin' 'em a little older.

[enigmaestro]

He's nearly sixty.

[glassbox]

So was my husband.

[enigmaestro]

[A brief pause, until he recovers.]

Well, I'm not about to judge one's kinks.

[glassbox]

[ more or less unphased: ]

My kinks ain't gonna make me any less of a bodyguard, so y'don't need to.

[enigmaestro]

One must feel out for such things, my dear. You understand.

[glassbox]

Y'can ask whatever y'want. I ain't hidin' nothin'.

[ a beat ]

Nothin' else, anyway.

[enigmaestro]

I think we're clean, Lillian. [Knowing he could always secretly invoke his powers about concerns -- if he had a willing third party to pitch potential falsehoods.]

I look forward to your official hiring.