The gym, Tuesday evening

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Dinah had an awful lot of energy to work off. And she hadn't been able to find Jen, or Tahiri for some reason. So she'd called someone else down to the gym to try to improve her mood.

The punching of the bag wasn't unnecessarily forceful. If the bag had said something rude about her sister.

[for the mohawk mojo man]

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Dinah opened her mouth. Closed it.

It was one thing to tell Tony everything. He had to know. Priestly didn't. At least until Arthur said anything definite, like, Never approach my manservant or my person again, foul sorceress! Or something like that. So she told him what she'd said to Francine.

"Had an argument with someone. Kinda left." She grimaced. "Can't talk to them yet. Or about it much. Too wound up." Dinah reached out to rub his shoulder. "Will when I can, though."

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Priestly grunted softly at the rubbing and nodded. "Right. Well, I'm around when you wanna talk. 'Cause . . . I'm thinking I'm probably better at that."

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Dinah laughed again, and reached down to grab his hand. "How about we get some ice and ibuprofen and call it good for now? And maybe a DVD of some kung-fu movie or other?"

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Priestly nodded. "Yeah. That sounds good." He held up his hands. "But you get to untape me, first."