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[periphrasing]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 319.03058
DESCRIPTION: Don't ask her about the significance of the number of her frequency. It's something about the production code of her favorite episode of CPH and some other significant numbers from that show, who even knows...

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Mailbox is on her door, it's shaped like a chicken???
DESCRIPTION: She doesn't really see the point of correspondence by mail. You're better off hitting up her radio or finding her in person if it's something important.

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[periphrasing]

[And more aggressively now:] No, she wouldn't, because I've already talked to her about how doing something like that wouldn't actually do anyone any good at all!

[whattaprick]

[ There’s a pause as he digests this. Then — ]

You said you talked to her. You didn’t actually say she agreed.

[ Lambert is familiar with this sort of tactic, as it’s one he employs! ]

Look, I’m not accusing her of anything. Would she even recognize any of the fae if she ran into them out here? If she ran into one of them, and thought they were just another part of the books ... you weren’t sure the Nightshade you ran into was real, either.

[periphrasing]

[She did agree, but before Peridot decides it's not worth insisting he understand that. She just keeps staring at her radio while she listens, with a sour looking frown that Lambert can't see.]

Well the Nightshade I ran into was definitely real, considering how effectively she managed to destroy that book she and Frost were arguing over. Um--

[It's a two-prong realization that hits her next. First: Lambert isn't talking about the pixie fight incident. Second: She has just figured out how Ignatius might have known about Lapis.

Awkward silence ensues on her end of the radio.]

[whattaprick]

I meant the first time, what you told me about. Before we realized any of the Courts were even sniffing around.

[periphrasing]

RIGHT. Yes. That time. Sorry, I... Misunderstood.

[Now she just sounds super distracted.]

I need to go talk to Lapis. I'll let you know if I figure anything out.

[She tries to stop responding, at this point, unless Lambert insists on carrying on the conversation.]

[whattaprick]

Tell me if she remembers anything.

Because I’m having the other nightrunners ask people who were there what they remember, too.

[periphrasing]

Yes. Affirmative.

[GOODBYE.]