[Diarmuid is brushing Maribelle when the text comes in. At first he is relieved that Laurent didn't go back on his promise to contact him, though how mishmashed the spelling of the text is doesn't let him feel that way for long. It takes him a few moments, but eventually he puts together a reply.
Hey, Laurent said 'don't call.' He never said, 'don't text.']
All right, I won't, but we do need to talk.
...
Don't make me hold your horse hostage. I will.
[Of course, she will be the most spoiled hostage ever, but the threat still stands.]
[Text]
Hey, Laurent said 'don't call.' He never said, 'don't text.']
All right, I won't, but we do need to talk.
...
Don't make me hold your horse hostage. I will.
[Of course, she will be the most spoiled hostage ever, but the threat still stands.]