Jamie had all but forgotten his good news in regards to Dagda. He'd planned on telling her right away but things had taken a quick turn for the not so great. As such, he'd forgotten. Luckily, she asked. It helped to take his mind off the tension as well.

"He's actually doing pretty well," he said between mouthfuls. He did at least make a point to finish chewing before talking but talking wasn't about to slow down his eating. Nothing ever slowed down his eating. "Starting to make a name for himself in a way," he added after drinking some coffee he'd scrounged up with a healthy dosing of whiskey, "Put on a bit'o'weight and is filling out some. Looks like he may stand a good chance after all."

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