[While she waits, Susan reads through the journal with interest, absorbing as much as she can. When Billy returns she's just about finished, so she quickly skims the last paragraph before standing and walking over]
Alright, I think that I've got a handle on things. Nominally at least. Here, let me help you with that.
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Alright, I think that I've got a handle on things. Nominally at least. Here, let me help you with that.
[She eyes the pot, wondering what's inside]