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More kneazle petting continued as he listened to the department head speak about the latest happenings in her department. Jordan had to admit that he wasn't one that kept up with sports all that well. As an American, his preference was toward Quodpot, not that he had really paid much attention to that game either. He typically kept to his plants and brews.
"Sounds like you all have a good handle on things," the assistant replied, standing upright again now that the machine had dinged, a sign that his beverage of choice was ready and piping hot. He added a bit of sugar and some cream as he added, "As long as they're still getting to play, I don't think the kids'll pay much notice." He knew he didn't notice a whole lot in general when he was an adolescent. Such a statement was still true about him today when it came to a lot of things.
The request for his name was not something that he was annoyed by. Normally he would have chalked it up to age, but, in his mind, he figured that she had more important things to keep at the forefront of her mind. She was a department head, after all. He knew, considering his professional relationship with his own, that they had a lot on their plates. "Hicks. Jordan Hicks."
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