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milliways_bar2006-05-14 08:30 pm
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Molly is barefoot as she pads down the stairs. She had told Cain where she was going, but wasn't sure he'd really heard her... he'd been immersed in a book, and had made one of those "mmmhmmm" noises that could mean anything.
But craving for tea and biscuits cannot be denied, so she orders a tray from Bar, and finds a table within view of the stairs. If he should happen to notice her missing, he'll be able to find her easily enough.
She nibbles an oatmeal biscuit as sits and people watches. Maybe she's watching you?
But craving for tea and biscuits cannot be denied, so she orders a tray from Bar, and finds a table within view of the stairs. If he should happen to notice her missing, he'll be able to find her easily enough.
She nibbles an oatmeal biscuit as sits and people watches. Maybe she's watching you?
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"Just don't make me mad, and no one will get hurt."
She puts a hand on his cheek.
"There's nothing, love. Nature will take it's course, I'll take the potion I made the other night, and life will go back to what passes for normal around here."
It might be noted that she's eaten nearly an entire plateful of biscuits by now.
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"You want anything, love?"
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"Guess I should get something at least pretending to be healthy. Pasta?"
She nods at the thought. She's suddenly ravenous.
"Definitely pasta."
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He grins at her and kisses her lightly.
"You are cute, you know that?"
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She scoots over more to cuddle against him.
She stares pensively at the front door of the bar for a few moments. She hasn't tried opening it in weeks, now.
In en effort to shake off some of the guilt she feels at that, she promises herself that she'll check it soon.
"How have your lessons with Alia been going? I've noticed that you seem energetic and you've remembered small things, like how to read and write in other lanuages and the bits of songs I hear you singing from time to time. Have you nothiced any other benefits so far?"
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"Not really. Just a growing sense of centeredness, an ability to move better, and a grace that seems to be growing, slowly. NBothing really memory oriented."
he smiles sheepishly.
"Nothing major seems to be coming back."
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She means it.
"If it does, it does. If it doesn't... we build from there. You were graceful before. Maybe your body is remembering things, even if your mind isn't quite catching on as quickly."
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"Thank you. And I hope so..."
he visibly drags himself to other thoughts.
"Met any other interestiung people?"
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"Does a not-a-horse-that-talks-into-your-brain count? I met one of those the other morning while I was working out in the gardens. I don't think I told you about it."
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Molly smiles at the confused look on his face.
"I was more than a little startled. She was nice, though. Not from Earth."
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"o--kay. Huh... I guess anythign and anyone can wander in here. And telepathy? That must come in handy."
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Molly tries to remember the confusing conversation.
"Or maybe it was the separation that caused the trauma. At any rate, they've been reunited, so that's good, I suppose."
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"Reunion is always good."
He grins at her.
"Say... what are you doing tomorrow?"
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"I don't have any plans, as such. What did you have in mind?"
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She turns and takes their plates from the waitrat as it arrives, and sets them on the table.
"After we eat, we can go back upstairs and look for something that will work. But for now? Let's eat!"