"Oh, they won't believe that you spent your birthday traipsing around Chudley?" Cash joked, with a quirk of his eyebrow. He wouldn't believe that if he heard it, and not just because he would have had to leverage Ford there in the first place. "The luncheon thing won't work for me, my father would know." To the extent that Lucius cared what he did in his afternoons which, again, Cash was unsure of — and he certainly wasn't going to ask to try and figure it out, as that would have been suspicious.

"What did you tell them when we were in Derry?" he asked, a little curious.

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