probe | Audience: Medb

[when medb enters the music room, she will find greed wandering the perimeter of the room as if determining that everything's in place. a cup of tea sits near the piano bench, freshly brewed, and greed holds their phone in their hand tightly as they look up.]

Miss Medb, I presume.

[a text back.]

I am. Would you prefer text, or in person?

[medb gets a message back that says:]

i have to be requested, you know!

[a short time later, a text.]

Troubles, Miss Medb?
Where would you like to meet?

nah, my dance card is pretty free
you need something?

[after a bit:]

Miss Medb. I suppose it would be.
Shall I meet you somewhere?

i would try!
i have noodly wizard arms! so you would probably fall!

[after a short span of time:]

Will the planetarium suffice?

[he's just going to have to accept she's always going to call him miles now. it's fine.]

Enough, yes.
Everything is back to the way it should be, including my eyesight.

[there's no text reply after that, but a short amount of time passes before greed enters the medbay. he shuts the door behind him and leans against the wall, giving her an exhausted look from under the hood.]

You will be staying here tonight, yes?

[an hour or two after trial:]

oh shit!
do you have it?

As you'd like.

[so whenever medb enters the planetarium, she'll find that greed's already there and seems to be leaning against a wall, looking at the constellations and the like.]

I never really gave this room much credit in terms of privacy.

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