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"Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down.
He's got his knickers down."

Sings the happy-go-lucky Head Bar-ex-turtle.
He's behind Bar with a HUGE stack of papers in front of him.
There are crayons.

Fear.

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Mel smiles, and stands up again, planting a very small kiss on the side of his jaw.

"Victory is mine this time."

"It's true. But I'll get you next time Gadget, next time!"

Tiny kisses are more concentrated kisses.

"Do you promise to be careful with her, and put pillows down on the very likely chance that she's going to throw you?"

She eyes him.

For a long time.

"I'll be careful."

Pillows? Is he crazy? Is Haddyn composed of pillows?

Oh but if only it was. An entire post-apocolyptic world composed entirely of pillows.

Think of it!
The soft cuddly warmth of futuristic oppression.

"It's all I ask."

Sure she can bench press a dumptruck, but he worries about her just the same. Actually, his amount worry seems to be directly inverse of her actual size.

Hey, there was no apocalypse, thank you!

...OK, actually there were a few, but all diverted!

Mel sits down on his shoulder again, far enough away so he can turn and see her.

"You ask so much of me."

"That must be such an unbearable burden."

"It really is."

She shakes her head sadly.

"Clearly the only thing that'll make this better is eating your weight in brownies."

Trust him, he knows about this sort of thing.

"Can I have twice my weight?"

It's a metabolism-size thing. You'd understand if you were tiny.

...or liked to do ratios for fun.

"With or without nuts?"

"With."

Stupid question, really.

"It's wierd, but since becoming linked to Bar the kitchen staff has been making a lot of things that I've been toying with trying to make.

Like for instance today they made double chocolate chunk and hazel nut brownies with frosting.

Interested?"

"Nnnnnnh.*"

*yes please

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