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And a Logan! The gadget is puzzling him, but so is the pocky.

Well, the pocky must be something edible- long crunchy sticks covered in pink frosting- which Laini is going through at a fast rate.

The gadget might have been a graphing calculator, once. There is a good reason why she is humming Queen.

"Dun-dun-dun. Another one bites the dust..."

And Logan ought to know what pocky is, but somehow, he has missed out. Still, seeing Laini eating it, he snags one.

"Are you dissecting that for any reason, or are you just some kind of sadist?"

"It got on my bad side." Laini grins up at Logan. "How's it going, cute stuff? You get the chocolate (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11092058.html) I left for you?"

Pocky=skinny stick cookies, really. Good stuff.

"I did, and I brought some for you, as well. Thought I'd give it in person, though."

He pulls out a box of Chocolate Sins assorted hot cocoa and chocolate bars. No, there's no ulterior message there, why do you ask?

But ulterior messages are fun! And so is chocolate, and Laini somehow manages to glom onto Logan even while opening the box of chocolate, gleefully.

"Oh! You shouldn't have!" Which is obviously one of those things said even when it is not really meant. Laini is quite simply thrilled.

"Of course I should," Logan says. "Chocolate should be spread around to everyone. It's good stuff. There's a rocky road flavor."

Logan is fond of marshmallows in his chocolate. He has little class that way.

"Its one of the few un-evil things in all the world, so- yes. Certainly should be spread." Laini grins, and reaches a hand to pull Logan's head closer for a nice long snog.

"Belated, but! Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy belated Valentine's Day," he says, resting his forehead against hers. "You do anything special?"

"Dropped off chocolate for special people, then went earthside to play with some DJs taking song requests on the radio." She grins. "Its amazing what songs you can put on to mess with people's minds, if you pay attention to the lyrics. I think the best one yet was 'Closer' for some guy calling for a song for his secret crush."

"You?"

Logan shrugs. "There's a girl back home I'm hanging out with some," he admits. "Took her out for dinner, whole flowers-candy-hearts thing. Wasn't too bad. She's a nice kid."

And he might sort of feel guilty about playing her. But it's jail or getting at Hannah's lying dad through her, so he's keeping the guilt tamped down.

"Hmmmm. 'Nice kid' says a lot, though." Laini looks at Logan thoughtfully, then pulls him back to her table to sit down. Only one chair being used, of course- kitsune do like laps.

He wrinkles his nose at her. "Yeah, I know," he agrees. "She might somehow be related to the whole 'staying out of prison' thing I've mentioned once or twice."

Laps are the perfect place for kitsune to sit. clearly.

"Ah." Her ears flatten. "Bit of a trick, there. Nice kid, but... I'm guessing its more of the 'stay out of prison' that has the interest, right?"

Logan nods. "Yeah. Not such a good way to prove you're not a total asshole, though."

She sighs, and pats his head. "Well, you aren't, least so you know that too. As for her... Whoo boy." Her ears flatten again as she thinks.

"How's she connected to the stay out of jail thing?"

"Thanks," Logan says, giving her a crooked smile. "Her dad's a fake witness to my so-called 'crime.' I'm not sure where it's going to get me yet, but it's something I've got to check out, you know?"

"Such a not fun connection, that." Laini sighs, and grabs some more pocky to nibble on, offering Logan a couple.

"So, it would rather seem that the dad's a jerk, or what not. Or has some reason for saying something that wasn't, or what-have-you."

"Yeah," he says. "And either way, nice kid Hannah's totally screwed."

"Poor girl." Laini sighs, resting her head on Logan's shoulder.

"Life sometimes rather sucks, doesn't it?"

"Way too often for my liking," he says. "But hey, there's Milliways, and a Laini, and chocolate. So it can't be all bad, right?"

"Certainly has its high points, at least." She grins at him. "Particularly with those. Always better to laugh then to cry, Logan."

"Most definitely," Logan says, grinning back. "And to ignore the depressing things for absolutely as long as possible."

"Well, when you're worried about stuff? Think of this." Laini waves a hand (and pocky) in the air.

"90 percent of the stuff you worry about never happens. Of the remaining 10 percent, 9 percent of that isn't as bad as you'd think. So, only one percent of what you worry about really ends up being as bad as you'd think it is."

Of course, for Logan, that one percent tends to be pretty bad, but the point is a good one all the same.

"Not a bad way to look at things," he says. "You must be a philosopher-scientist type."

"Naw." Laini chuckles. "Just kitsune. Rather how we go about things, you see? Always better to laugh, even if that rather paints the picture of us being insane." She grins.

They are one of Del's people, afterall.

"Yeah, I've found it pretty effective," he agrees. "Once the really immediately awful part is over, anyway. Anticipating trouble just doesn't seem to be the best way to go about it."

"Well, you want to try to anticipate some- or else you get totally caught with your pants down. So, some anticipation- and then totally don't think about it once you did once." It works for Laini-

And we all know she is a perfect model of sanity and thoughtfulness.

Well, of course she is! And she's right.

"Good point," he says. "I'm pretty lucky to know you, pretty lady."

"Hmmm. Yes, you are." Laini grins, tapping his nose.

"Quite mutual, though."

"Thanks," he says, pleased. "It's good to be part of a mutual admiration society. Especially such an exclusive one."

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"Best club to be in, I'd think. Specially one with such worthy goals as making sure its members stay cheered up and with the not-in-jail. And a lot of other things- we should make up a charter, maybe?"

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"I think so," Logan says. "And it should be written on a bar napkin right now. Over drinks, which I can provide, as I am clever. For once."

He produces the hip flask. "No options, though, so if you're not a whiskey fan, I can't help."

"So totally nothing wrong with whiskey- should there be?" She tilts her head, looking at him, then reaches over to grab a napkin from the dispenser.

"Got a pen?"

Logan does not, but Bar does. She's obliging, and provides glasses as well. Logan thanks her politely.

Even though the pen is pink.

"I'm a whiskey fan, but it's not for everyone," Logan says, handing over the pen. He then pours the alcohol. "First rule should definitely have to do with levels of awesomeness."

"Most high levels, for a requirement." Laini nods, noting it down. "You and I are quite good examples of that."

"Totally," he said. "Good to know. Hotness, too, I think we've got covered."

"Certainly that. Hm. Appretiation for fine alcohols?"