[b]November: [/b]

[b]Brown:[/b]

He’s basically tripping over himself he’s talking so fast. “Money would be the easiest. But I don’t… have much right now. Liquid, anyway. I mean-” He glances at his [i]prodigiously [/i]expensive apartment. “Yes, I am obviously [i]wealthy[/i]. But that just means I still own everything the money was spent on. If you need connections, I can make introductions. If you need a zero-day exploit, I still have some good ones I’ve been saving for a rainy day. If you need a new identity, or a safe place to go, I can do that.” He catches up to himself, and then stumbles again. “Once. I can do anything [i]once[/i]. Everything I saved for a rainy day that never came. Don’t tell me what you[i] need[/i] - ask for what you [i]want[/i].” 

Of course not. He has been scared for most of his life that you [i]hate[/i] him. 

There is nothing he would not give you if you asked. Because he wants to be asked more than he wants anything else. 

[b]White:[/b]

Fiona: But I’m not-
[i]Fiona is typing[/i]
…
[i]Fiona is typing[/i]
Fiona: Oh, right.
Fiona: [i]Right[/i]
Fiona: Uh.
Fiona: I don’t
Fiona: I was not ready for how much the teacher/student thing was going to do this for me
Fiona: I can’t even joke
Fiona: So, thanks for teaching me something today
Fiona: I’m going to go die of embarrassment now