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[slayer_fray]

Rachel told Mel to get some sleep. So Mel slept. And she told her to eat. So she's eating. At a table in the middle of the bar, Badge pinned to the holster on her thigh, she's tucking into a mound of pancakes, liberally covering in bacon and syrup.

Dinah offered her shapes, she went for shapes. Everything she had.

Except for turtles. That's just wierd.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Good, because this way they can avoid the subject of eating turtles altogether, thanks very much.

"Lo, Mel. How goes?" It's an Ace in a better mood than she was before. Improvement, right? Right.

[slayer_fray]

Heheh eating turtles...

"Hey, Ace!" Mel replies, perking up. "Good mood?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Not t'bad. I did tell you there was a earlier regeneration of the Doctor wanderin' about, right?" Gotta love those younger Time Lords shaking things up.

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah," Mel confirms. "He's havin' fun here?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"He's already taken off, got too much of a drive t'sit still for long. But."

She snags a strip of bacon. Reinforcements, doncha know.

"He had a chat with the current Doctor b'fore he left."

[slayer_fray]

"Ah," Mel responds with a grin, happily letting Ace snag a pancake, as she's tooo busy eating the head of a Triceratops. Don't tell Cera.

"He's feeling better about stuff now?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"He went back out there. Took Fenchurch with him." And Ace immensely approves. "Alternate regenerations are bloody good at butt-kicking."

[slayer_fray]

"That's great!" Mel says, beaming. "Knew he couldn't stay out for long."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"He's been doin' it for the better part of nine hundred years. One would hope he wouldn't lose the knack of it that quickly." Ace agrees.


...


"He kissed me before he left." Yes, that is a severe WTF in her voice.

[mnt_mike]

These days the first place Mike goes when he ventures into the bar, is the schedule board. You know, out general curiosity. It's not like he's avoiding any of the Bar's other employees or anything.

And speaking of the Bar's other employees, Mike catches sight of Mel. Carrying a plate heaping with pancakes, Mike heads over.

"I'm scheduled for a shift on Thursday."

Oh, and that heaping plate? All turtles.

[slayer_fray]

"Really?" Mel scoots over so he can join her. At the round table. Which has no one else sitting at it.

"Rocketship, you haven't worked for ages."

[mnt_mike]

"I know, it's wierd. I kind of thought they'd forgotten about me. Left a note saying that it'll just be me, since Indy isn't back yet."

He rambles as he tries to figure out which seat to take. The one that faces the Lake, so that he can see if Raph comes in? Or the one that would put him between Mel and the Bar.

He settles on the latter, and just before plopping himself down, he places a chaste kiss on the top of Mel's head.

[slayer_fray]

She smiles and leans into him, reaching to snag a pancake, before she notices the shape.

"Uh, Babe?"

[mnt_mike]

"Uh huh? What's up?"

Says a clearly unphased Mike, as he reaches for syrup.

[slayer_fray]

"You're eating turtles," Mel points out, reaching instead for one of hers. One that was made in a gingerbread man mold.

[mnt_mike]

"Yeah, isn't it neat? Want one?"

[slayer_fray]

"Ummm..."

No, that's spun.

"OK, give me one, then."

[dreamer_fray]

So now there's a vampire.

Sitting on the edge of a table nearby, arms folded.

Watching, like he does.

[slayer_fray]

Mel has a bat shaped pancake.

She's tearing the edge of the wing off in thin little strips, trailing them through a pool of syrup, and dropping them slowly into her mouth.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth has an unusually blank expression, for him.

There is also a distinct lack of quipping.

[slayer_fray]

Mel on the other hand, is cheerful and enjoying her fried batter and pig products and maple syrup.

Mmmmmm mape syrup. Watch it drip off the bat wing into her mouth.

[dreamer_fray]

Yeees.

That's a little weird even for Harth, so he decides on words.

"Hey, Mel."

[slayer_fray]

She drops the entire piece of pancake and grins at him.

"Hey Harth. Why're you sulking?"

[dreamer_fray]

"Why'd you have some telepathic fire-creature possessing you?"

[slayer_fray]

"Cause I needed her to save a friend," Mel points out with a shrug.