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I have to ask. What kind of fowl does it for you?

[Seems like a justified question, given everything. Reynard has no intention of giving away that he's trailing Childermass. Texting him is just another way of toying with him, but mostly Childermass intrigues him and that means that knowing what he got up to was something worthwhile to know. Reynard knows better than not to trust his instincts where this is concerned.]

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Can't say for certain. A pretty bird? A handsome cock? Wouldn't you like to know.

[Childermass' day is busy indeed, delivering Norrell's letters for him to various Night Council members, popping by a seller to pick up a rare book for the other man. Doing some business of his own for that matter, stopping into an herbalist's to collect a few odds and end's he's in need of replenishing. Nowhere he goes is particularly telling. But if he's being tailed, he's certainly keeping the other on their toes.]