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Susan in a booth nearby, head down on the table, not moving. An untouched glass of water sits in front of her folded arms.

edit: Same pup now walking outside by the lake, ignoring the wind that's picking up, a lone huddled figure.

[ ooc: Tags may be sporadic / slowtimed due to work. ]

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"I don't think doctors here are like the ones on the Disc."

She shakes her head. "Mardy grass? I don't think so."

"Didn't think I saw too many leeches around here," Susan mutters balefully. "I didn't either, but apparently Mardi Gras is--" she stops short, then says almost tonelessly, "--a carnival holiday. An excuse to get drunk and dance and go wild."

"A carnival party? So you eat lots of meat and stuff?"

She nods, rubbing at her eyes. "Drink more, though. Especially Atlantean wine. Don't ever try it, please, trust me on this."

"I had a beer once. When we signed up for the army we were given a free one and I could hardly refuse."

She winces. "But I threw up when Mal pointed out he could smell rat droppings in it."

"The drinks here are better," Susan agrees, wincing. "Much more... potent."

"I heard that pregnant people shouldn't drink somewhere."

She eyes Susan.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"Later, when the baby's born," Susan agrees, resting her head against the table. "Are you hoping for a girl or a boy?"

Nifty subject dodge there.

"I don't mind. It will be the most precious thing to me whatever it is." she says fondly, her hand on her bulge.

"Because we'll be a family. Me and baby."

For the second time this morning, Susan sniffs oddly and looks away.

"You'll be a good mother."

Shufti fidgets.

"I don't know a thing about parenting. I don't know if love is enough, but I'll try."

She eyes Susan. "I'm sorry, have I upset you? Do you want me to go away?"

"No," and Susan shakes her head, with a faint smile. "It's all right. I just need to walk by the lake by myself for a while..."

Maybe she can't have kids. She went a bit like this when I asked if she had any before.

"I'm sorry." she says again. "I won't bother you."

She slips away as quietly as she came.

Susan's never heard of the expression "headdesk" before, but it's more than appropriate here.

"Walk," she mutters to herself, grabbing a coat and practically fleeing for the outdoors.

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