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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar. At the Bar itself, in fact.*

*He's got a small picnic basket, and is carefully packing it with one item after another as they appear, preparatory for a visit to a certain someone in the infirmary.*

...And maybe some of that green stuff he drinks, in a thermos or something?

*The thermos materializes.*

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[stilljustandrew]

So, um ...

How're you?

[river_meimei]

"Upstairs," says River, with some impatience.

[stilljustandrew]

Uh -- how, not where.

[river_meimei]

River gives him a weird look.

Because she is clearly the one being sensible and comprehensible, here.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew fears not your weird looks!*

*He's starting to get a crick in his neck from looking up, though.*

You coming down from there anytime soon?

[river_meimei]

River considers that seriously.

"The odds are calculable," she concludes.

[stilljustandrew]

...is that a yes?