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“Excuse me,” A hand reached out to discreetly wrap manicured digits around his wrist, catching hold of his gaze. "--I think you dropped this." A fragile looking stuffed bunny was held up, the fabric worn around the whiskers as the brunette offered it forward. It was later in the evening, which meant she had easily caught sight of the object falling from his grasp. Even if he hadn't realized it at the time. "Personally, I'm more of a stuffed bear fan myself, but I'm perhaps just old fashioned." Tracing over his features, Amelia allowed her lips to part once more upon realization. "Wait, Peter?"

Seems you didn’t catch the memo, smash. 

He’s like a brother to me, thus, pass. 

Perhaps it’s the neck tattoo, either way, smash. 

No, just no, pass. 

While I do enjoy a man in glasses, I’m not much of a fan of someone who dresses better than myself. Pass. 

Patrick: You know I'm there but can I ask why we are meeting Miguel?

Mel: Answers, and a safety net.

Mel: Respect shared goes miles further than nearly anything else in this city.

Miguel: Rags to riches.

Miguel: I'll come to you.

Amelia: Yes, I hear the pawn shops around New York are really stepping their game up.

Mel: Would like to meet Miguel in the morning, would also like you to be near by...