Noble had stuck himself between a weird tallish shelf and the wall, because getting caught in a ladies’ powder room was not high on his list of priorities. His heart beat quickly with the risk of it — he had a number of excuses ready to deploy if he was caught - but the voice that rang out was Daffy’s.

”Hi,” Noble said, stepping out from his spot. ”It’s just us, and I think we have - eh, five plausible minutes.” And he was going to have to get a drink before he went back in.

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