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OOM: [Russell goes home...for one day.]

It just so happens that Russell was wondering about how the whole door to Milliways thing works right as he opened the door to his room.

Silly Russell, now you're stuck in a bar again.

Except for this time the door didn't disappear. And Russell has his battered old notebook and pencil with him. And chalk. Just in case he has to use alchemy.

Russell decides to stay anyway, he's more prepared this time and, really, the bar is as good a place as any to go over his notes.

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He shrugs. "He would probably be very worried about me losing my mind."

"Maybe you can bring him proof." Ed ponders this.

"What are you suggesting?"

Russell's not following.

"Like. Take a picture of something from here, or bring something." Ed blinks, and waves a hand. "Could take a picture of me."

Blink. Blink.

"Of...you." he says, unsure.

"That could make him believe me...but it could also make him worry about me more."

Pause.

"Do you have a camera?"

"Worry about you more? Why?" Ed blinks. "Ain't gonna kill you or something."

He pauses.

"Don't have a camera, but we could get one from the bar."

"There's no gaurantee that he'll believe me. He might just wonder why I have a picture of you."

"Lead the way," he motions.

Russell still doesn't know about Bar.

"Oh! Are people going to talk?"

Yes, Ed is joking.

He hops up and starts walkign towards the bar.

Russell stands up to follow.

"You know, I never thought you were the type to like getting your picture taken," he comments.

"It's for a worthy cause," Ed says, cheerfully. "I'm the only one allowed to call you insane."

"You really don't mind, then?"

Another thought occurs to him.

"I could give it to Al when we go to visit him, if you want."

Ed pauses in his steps, and blinks before smiling.

"Yeah," he says, a bit gratefully.

Russell nods and smiles back, sure that it will mean a lot to the both Ed and Al.

"So, where's this camera?"

"Not here yet!" Ed says cheerfully, and pats the bar. "Bar, can you give us a camera?"

She obliges them quickly, and it appears on the bartop.

"Thanks."

"...who were you talking to?" After all, he didn't see Ed use any alchemy.

"The Bar," Ed says, and pauses. "Oh, I didn't tell you about that, did I? She's sentient. And can give you anything you want. You just gotta pay for it now or later."

Oh, the beauty of tabs.

Well. One more thing to add to the 'Fletcher, I swear I'm not hallucinating' list.

As long as there was some form of equivalent exchange involved, Russell was fine with that.

Russell picks up the camera and peers through the lens, moving back some to get Ed in the frame.

"Ready?"

Ed almost makes a real funny face at the camera, but then he remembers that this is the first time Al will see him in a long time.

And that maybe Al doesn't even remember him looking this old.

So in the end, he just gives the camera the nicest smile he can muster.

"Ready!"

Russell the photographer!

"One...two..." Click!

He lowers the camera.

"Do you want to try another just in case?"

"Sounds good." Ed'll get bored of it soon enough, but two isn't pushing his attention span.

Click!

"I'll take the film with me when I leave next," he says, fiddling with the camera.

"You could always have the bar develop it," Ed points out. "That way, you have 'em right away!"

Oh, convenience.

"Uh...sure." Russell says, wondering what else this strange bar is capable of.

He hands the camera to Ed, not quite sure how a bar is actually able to develop pictures.

"Just put it right here," Ed says, and sets it on the bar. "And ask her to do it."

He looks at Russ expectantly.

Russell doesn't let it show how uncomfortable he is, even though he thinks it's strange to be talking to a bar of all things.

He rememberes Ed's example and speaks confidently.

"Bar. Can you develop these pictures? Please?" He adds out of habit.

He waits, hoping he said everything right, and watches as the camera disappears and two glossy photographs appear in its place.

"These alright?" he asks.