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

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

He rolls his eyes.

"Great, Mel. Excellent tactic."

Mel chucks a piece of pancake at him.

"Worked, didn't it?"

He catches it, hand unnaturally quick. Then contemplates it.

"Depends on what y'mean by worked."

Unnaturally Schmaturally. He's no faster than Mel.

"Got her back. She's safe."

"You're not."

Non-committal tone of voice. He examines the bit of pancake closely.

Mel shrugs again.

"S'not important."

"No?"

One girl in all the world. But wherever she appears, it won't necessarily be Haddyn. Oh, well, easier for him in any case.

So why is he even here?

For a moment he looks like he might eat the bit of pancake.

"Nope," Mel says cheerfully. And she'd happily do it again. It's a trade she's always willing to make.

"Anyway, you're in no position to get all preachy abuot being possessed, areya?"

"Mine ain't fatal."

Well. Depending on your point of view.

"Yes it was."

Slightest of slight smile.

"Sure?"

Definite. "Yes."

He laughs.

She glares.

And starts eating her pancakes again.

He stands up lazily, still snickering.

"Don't die on me yet, Mel. See you."

"If I do burn," Mel assures him, looking up at him rather suddenly. "I'll be sure you burn with me."

He smiles at the wall, not turning around to look at her.

"Love you too, Mel."

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