CT makes a noise of quiet agreement. "It was nice meeting you, Ripley. I'm sure I'll see you around town soon enough."

Whenever she gets out of the office enough to swing by the pub again, at least. The siren song of the workaholic lifestyle is always singing her tune, but even she can't keep going indefinitely—a lesson she learns over and over again, not that it ever stops her pushing it.

With a wave, she heads off toward Meadowlark Lane.