"I can't claim sole credit," Erin returns, playfully. "Peter Smith's wood treatments made 'em usable as actual picks, but I'm glad y'like 'em. Figure maybe you enjoy owning fingers and it's hard to shred without some."
Peter Smith -- ah, yes, Eddie remembers him, he'll have to thank him the next time he runs into him. "Well thank you, both of you then!" He smiles brightly as he runs his fingers over each pick, noting the way they feel.
"They'll be perfect, man, can't wait to get home and try them out!" Which, okay, he sometimes thinks before speaking, but doesn't bother correcting himself when he realizes he's called the damn boat home.
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"They'll be perfect, man, can't wait to get home and try them out!" Which, okay, he sometimes thinks before speaking, but doesn't bother correcting himself when he realizes he's called the damn boat home.
Probably wrap?