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Third Dispatch. I have Advice. Written.

Dear Luceti,

My efforts to gain notice by the Malnosso Organization for my considerable human resources skills have not been enough, I fear.

To this end, I shall be offering my services free of charge: Effie's Advisements. No problem is too large or too small! We shall overcome -- together.

Most Sincerely,

Effie.

[That signature has a very elegant flourish to it.]

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Why not? Don't you want to be ladylike?

More like I don’t want to be your definition of ladylike.

A fine thing to hear from someone who clearly has no personal experience of the word!

[KA-ZAP! EFFIE-STYLE!]

Uh huh. You realize you’ve been arguing with a fourteen-year-old girl for the past ten minutes, right?

[Doesn’t strike Zatanna as the paragon of mature or ladylike behavior.]

That, my dear, is my job.

[Because Hunger Games chaperone. Really.]

And what fulfilling work it must be. [If she listens closely, Effie may actually be able to hear Zatanna rolling her eyes.]

Sometimes! NOW, though? It's quite a bore. [This is delivered in the sweetest voice possible.]

Oh, then please. Don't let me bore you any longer.

[Yeah, she's done with this conversation. And the book gets closed.]

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