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✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 843.77425 (personal);
DESCRIPTION: Half the time he forgets this thing even exists, or how to turn it on and off.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Next to trailer steps.
DESCRIPTION: The concept of a mailbox is rather foreign to Lambert, who's not exactly what you'd call big on personal correspondence. But there's a wooden crate you can probably drop shit into ???

BUG LAMBERT TO MAKE YOU SHIT: Given time and the right ingredients (which he'll usually ask people to provide) he can make potions (with potential side effects), oils, and bombs. You can bother him more about that in person.

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Not literally. [ Then again, it is Lambert. That sort of thing could happen. ]

Just means I have to bother him until he gives up and tells me something.

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Oh.

[That explains that then. Good enough for her. ON TO THE NEXT THING...]

Well. I'm glad he did say something. Seeing as I'd probably still be in the dark about the protective spells on Steven, if he hadn't.

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I didn't know you didn't know.

[ It's best to get that out of the way. Lambert reaches a clawed hand out to idly draw lines in the dirt. ]

Steven doesn't seem like the type who's good at keeping secrets.

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Lambert, you shithead. Peridot stiffens and sits up a little straighter, volume increasing again.]

Wait, STEVEN KNEW TOO!? And he didn't tell me!?

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[ Ouch, volume. One of Lambert's ears flicks at the noise, but he shrugs. ]

You heard him say he asked Steven first, didn't you? [ He frowns, glancing away. ] I just guessed that an enchantment like that couldn't be cast from a distance.

[ He smiles, humorless. ] Considering what he had to give up, he's a real idiot for not asking to protect himself, too.

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[That detail slipped by her somehow. She must have been too riled up while it was being discussed...

Whatever. She'll let it go for now, fixing Lambert with a curious look.]

The cards he was talking about? Why? What's the big deal about them?

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[ And since Childermass isn't here to yell at him about revealing his secrets, Lambert's answer is plain and matter of fact. ]

He had them for years, and I'm pretty sure he drew them himself. He used to read fortunes with 'em -- apparently, that's the first magic he ever figured out he could do. [ Gems don't seem to be super big on personal possessions, though, so she's not sure she'll completely get that. ]

It'd be like losing my medallion. [ He taps a claw on the ugly, sharp-edged wolf's-head on his chest. ] When some things are with you long enough, they start to feel like ... a part of you. You could say he was sentimental about 'em -- as much as he's sentimental about anything.

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[Gems generally aren't big on personal possessions, he's right about that. But for Peridot, the scarcity had made her even more possessive of what little she had back in the day (even if she would have bent over backwards insisting that it was out of practicality rather than sentiment).

Nowadays she's a fully converted materialistic junkie, hoarding objects left and right simply because she can. But how many of those things actually hit the same level of importance as what Lambert is describing...?

...Thinking on it more carefully, she actually DID use to have something that fit the bill quite literally.

She holds up the hand bearing the gauntlet that the Ringmaster gave her as a solstice present, and frowns at it thoughtfully.]

...It becomes a part of your identity. [She huffs wordlessly.] I think I understand. Frankly I'm impressed he was able to willingly part with something that was that important to him.

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[ Lambert shrugs. He doesn't have an answer to that, only a bit of insight. ]

He wouldn't have done it if he didn't think it was worth it. [ He answers, but he also scowls slightly as he says it. ] Guess he worked out that protecting Strange and Steven was more important than himself.

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Well he did say he that he failed to consider the fact that the Rose Queen might be after him as well, didn't he? Sounds like a simple oversight to me. Maybe he'll remember it the next time he encounters a fae willing to strike a bargain with him.

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I doubt it.

[ Lambert snorts, but he doesn't see fit to expound on that for a moment, his claw tracing a circle in the dirt as he gives a cocky smirk. ]

But that's why we're here to remind him.

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['We'? Peridot almost looks surprised to be included, but then she smirks as well, and sits up a little straighter, tail curling and uncurling in a pleased sort of way.]

If you ever need any help shouting at him, just let me know. Lapis has told me before that I am extremely bossy.

[She 100% says that like it's a positive trait for someone to have.]

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[ Lambert definitely thinks it's a positive trait for someone to have, as long as it's not being directed at him. ]

I will. You said it yourself -- we're a team. [ A team of people yelling at Childermass to stop being an idiot. He can't ignore all of them. ]

Anyway, what are you even growing now? [ With that, the rest of the morning is lost to prodding at dirt and being vaguely surprised at Peridot's actual agricultural skills. And if Lambert hasn't quite answered some of Peridot's other questions, well. He's happy to leave them unanswered. ]