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*Meg is sitting at a table in the bar, engaged in several tasks:

a.) attempting to feed the baby in her arms with some sort of pureed baby food, provided by the bar

b.) keeping said baby from wiggling off her lap to go exploring under the tables

and c.) rather frantically paging through a book on child care in front of her, whenever Derry stops squirming long enough to allow her to use one of her arms.

Derry, meanwhile, is engaged in one task: becoming the universe's foremost artist in the medium of pureed baby food.

Hey, everyone needs to have a dream.*

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So - I don't know, it's just -

*Meg stops, a little frustrated; Derry tugs on her hair disapprovingly, and Meg sighs, and takes a moment to think.*

So - you don't get stuck in a rut, I guess. And so when you have the chance for better things, you're not afraid to take them, you know?

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Smeagol looks at his feet.

"But I don't have anything like that.

I'm just . . . I'm lucky that I have what I do, I think."

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There's always a chance for something better, *Meg says.*

Even if you don't know what it is.

*Derry blows a spit-bubble.*

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". . . I'm afraid to get greedy."

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Greedy, *Meg says, firmly,* is expecting better things.

There's a difference between expecting and hoping.

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Smeagol shrugs.

"Can't hope for anything better than this. It's better than anything I expected."