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It's one of those posts.

There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?

Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.

At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)

Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)

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She shrugged, "S'why I tend to bring it here, when I get the itch to cook." She smiled, "Always someone around here who needs it, often more than one."

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"Sure it's appreciated, too," he says, still thoughtful.

Then he finally sits up a little straighter and flashes a quick grin before folding up his sketchpad and tucking his pencil into his shirt pocket.

"I'd better go -- boat won't sail the way I want it to itself. Nice meetin' you though, sister."