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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.

Comments

[slayer_fray]

Mel eyes Ace.

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

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace eyes Mel back.

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

[slayer_fray]

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."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

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

[slayer_fray]

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

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"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."

[slayer_fray]

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

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Well. Good."


Pause.


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