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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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Ace faepalms. Emphatically.

"I am not lookin' to 'get some' from anyone, least of all him!" She protests. "He started it."

Alright, she already knows that is the lamest excuse ever. Really.

"Sure he did," Mel points out, tearing a train in half. "But I betcha didn't finish it right away."

The facepalming continues. It hides the blush.

The Doctor really isn't half bad at the kissing thing.

"Not right away, no. Thus with the writing it off. Has to be a personality quirk, right?" Yes. Clutching at straws fully in effect.

Mel smirks a little.

"I'm just saying, Ace. Not him. But what about someone else?"

"Eh." She shrugs, looking decidedly unenthusiastic. "S'not really a priority."

Ever again, if she has her way about it.

"OK," Mel relents. "Just thought y'might be missin' it, is all."

She knows she did.

"Well, yeah." OBviously, she doesn't say, even though it is terribly clear. "Just not intendin' t'go lookin' for it."

"An' then when innappropriate people kissya, it's sets somethin' off and you start gettin' all flustered," Mel points out.

"I am not flustered." Ace retorts.

...

It'd probably help if she didn't look flustered, wouldn't it?

...yes it would.

"Course you're not," Mel replies easily. "That's why you didn't kiss him back."

"Right."

...

That or she was too shocked at the time. But we're NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT.

NO WE ARE NOT.

"Right," Mel confirms. "Sory just throwing out unwanted opinion there."

"S'alright." It's not like she hasn't been thinking about it.

No. Wait. She hasn't. Right. That's the story, and we're sticking to it. Except when we're not.

...

Bother tricky emotions anyway.

"So whatcha up to?"

"Mostly? Learning how to live with a Phoenix inside me. Which is... interesting."

That earns a curious headtilt. You knew it would, didn't you?

"A Phoenix? What's that?" Poor Ace. No comic book experience to speak of.

Mel takes a deep breath, not really knowing how to explain. For lo, she has no comic book experience either.

"S'a force," she starts carefully. "Personification of life and destruction, and chaos and fire and stuff. And it's sorta made me psychic."

"Sorta psychic?" She's going with what she can handle. The rest sounds more like something she'd be more inclined to blast to hell. "Is that like bein' sorta pregnant?"

Mel eyes Ace.

"Again with the pregnancy comparison! Has this thing made me fat?"

Ace eyes Mel back.

"Since when have you ever been fat?" Slayers are not allowed to talk about being fat. Ever.

~~The fat ones are~~

"Kinda my point," Mel says.

"It's just a little, y'know? I hafta touch someone, and then it's only if they're really loud, or I try really hard. I'm learning to deal."

"So it's not an on/off sort of thing?" Asks the girl who has the psychic ability of a brick.

"Well, I hadta learn to turn it off," Mel says. "So now it is, yeah."

"Ah. So if I happen t'be thinkin' about potential birthday presents I could get f'you, the secret's safe?" Ace grins. "Maybe y'can tell me if I'm on base."

"Unless I'm touching you and trying to see? Yeah, you're safe," Mel agrees. "I'm not gonna start prying."

"Well. Good."

Pause.

"'Cause I haven't a clue, an' you'd just laugh yourself sick at m'cluelessness."

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