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[lvpd_sidle]

OOM: Directly after this happens.

Sara is back at the bar. At the moment, she wants nothing more than to find oblivion at the bottom of a bottle.

Instead, she curls up on a couch near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket. Despite the heat, she feels cold.

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[lvpd_sidle]

"If I see a single alfalfa pod, you're dead," she informs him.

"Man, everyone here is a shameless flirt. Where are you guys whenever I'm back home?" she sighs theatrically.

[mnt_mike]

His lips move as he writes down...no alfalfa.

"Clearly they're blind where you're from. Blind and dumb. Shame that, though that makes it better for us here."

[lvpd_sidle]

She smiles wryly. "The only one I dated ended up two-timing his established girlfriend with me. I...was interested in my supervisor...guess I never got over that old schoolgirl crush." She shrugs slightly. "I wasn't worth him risking his career apparently. I've given up as far as that's concerned."

"But as you say, everyone here is certainly appreciative. Maybe I'll get lucky."

[mnt_mike]

"Curse my chelonian form! Curse it!"

He smiles and stands.

"Well Sara, I should get to work on this food thing. I mean, my whole menu is shot now because of that alfalfa prohibition you've placed on me. Don't let the bastards get you down, okay?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"I'll try not to. Thanks for the hot chocolate, Mike and...well, everything. I appreciate it." She smiles back.

[mnt_mike]

"Bah, you're more than welcome. I mean, what're friends for?"

With one more beaming smile, he turns and heads up towards the guest rooms.