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"Poor Uncle Oliver," Rebecca chuckled A pained expression replaced the grin on Oliver's face Rebecca chuckled again

"Dude," Mark walked in just in time to catch the end of the conversation "You're almost two hundred years old, but the idea that you're an uncle brings you out in a rash"

"It makes me feel old," said Oliver

"You are old," Mark told hi the question to nobody in particular

"Second drawer froht," Rebecca said almost automatically

"Well, just you wait until you become an uncle," muttered Oliver darkly, and then he turned to Rebecca and winked She frowned a warning at hi place behind hih the drawer But as he casually leaned against the counter and replaced old batteries with new, he spoke again as if to no one in particular

"I'll be an uncle in a fewout about it like some people I know," he said, his voice heavy with a kind of teasing sarcaso will think, but I reckon it's pretty cool It'll give Angus so to do with all his free tiazed at him in stunned silence

"I can feel the heart developing," he said by way of explanation before he grinned and walked out as abruptly as he'd arrived

"There are no secrets with these people around," Rebecca complained, a bewildered expression in her eyes "I wasn't even sure myself, and my little brother knows all about it"

"He's not so little any at the doorway that Mark had just strolled through

"Don't try to corrupt him, Oliver," I told him seriously

"I don't think I could if I tried," said Oliver, equally serious now "I had a look inside that mind That boy's about as incorruptible as they coé"

"You can teach your wild and mindlessly bloody ways to soed expression

"You keen?" he asked her, lifting an eyebrow

"I'a now?"

"I' at what s Hard to say what they are really Soreen poison"

"I don't think I've ever seen that one Is it any good?"

"It's very entertaining, but not ly Rebecca shook her head in mock disapproval, and rolled her eyes theatrically