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Sara comes in from outside, stamping the snow off her boots and pulling off her gloves.

Curiousity had driven her out there to determine whether or not her tolerance for cold had increased.

It hasn't.

Thus, a shivering Sara near a fireplace, a mug of soup in one hand.

[ooc: Sporadic slowtime expected and mun has a doctor's appointment this afternoon. Say sorry.]

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Barry sees Sara come in, and get her a soup, and make faces at the cold. He makes a mental note not to invite her on any walks outside any time soon, and heads over.

"Hey."

[ooc: slowtime is love]

"Hey." Cold doesn't detract from the smile he receives. "How are you?"

He returns the smile, and gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek (careful not to jostle the soup.

"I'm doing quite well. Eska was here today."

"Oh, that's great to hear. How is she?" She moves over carefully to let him sit down.

"She just wrapped up her Masters degree. Now she has to wait for thesis approval. But she seemed fine. And judging by her robes, I think she will be Suti's party as well." Barry ponders something for a moment.

"It's good to have her back. Funny thing - when I thought about what she missed while she was gone, I realized that what seemed like a pretty quiet stretch for us - the Other aside - was really quite busy."

She chuckles. "Strange how perceptions change here. One crisis starts to seem just like all the ones that came before."

Barry gives this a bit of thought. "It's more like how, if you aren't at the heart of things, if it isn't your crisis, you learn to shrug it off. Meg died and came back, and since I was a distant bystander, I haven't give in any thought."

"Exactly. It's a coping mechanism, and not necessarily a bad one."

Barry nods. "You'll get no argument from me there.

"Though I'm started to suspect that the REAL coping mechanism here is frequent parties. I assume we are up for saying Happy Anniversary to Suti?" ~~real life permitting~~

~~Will be leaving earlier than planned. Let's abuse Millitime!~~ "Sounds like fun to me. As long as I don't have to wear a skirt. It's too cold for that."

Barry makes one of those faces that tries to say "what, and not see your marvelous legs?" But still being a bit of a gentleman, he doesn't actually say this.

"Should we ask the Bar for something simple as an anniversary gift? Maybe we can got a pouch of seeds for his garden."

Tony plops down in a seat next to Sara with a cup of cider.

"Cold, are you?"

"What was your first clue?"

"I don't know. I kinda just took in everything and figured you were cold. What kind of soup is that?"

"Tomato. Veggie-lover's delight. How're you doing?" Mun will be fleeing shortly but Sara is always happy to see her brother.

"Ah. Good stuff. I'm doing alright. It was Jack's birthday yesterday. We got him some, ah, hockey equipment."

"Oh, I didn't know." She looks contemplative. "Would he accept a belated hockey puck?"

He laughs. "Sure."

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