Before Dory could explain the terms set or even allow himself a moment to relax in the sound of her laughter, Mrs. Smith appeared in the doorway with a stem look shot in his direction. The chair inching closer was a broken term, one Dory felt no guilt over having done. Between that and his ignoring her directive to summon her as soon as Maple had awoken, he already knew what words were about to be spoken before the crone uttered them. "Out, Mr. Fisk. You were warned."

He didn't fight the woman, not with the threats she had levied at him while Maple slept. Instead, he pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles and rose to his feet. "I'll send a letter to Til - Miss MacFusty to let her know you're awake. I'm sure she'll be by soon." He promised her as he summoned all his things back into his bag.

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