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Mike ponders.
He looks down at his plate, and frowns.

"Not on this tray. Hold on, gimme a sec."

Mike returns to the pile o' cookies on Bar's top, and can be heard mumbling, know i put them over here somewhere...

"Ah HAH! Got'em. Look sharp! HUP!"

Anyone who has spent enough time around the Brothers Green would know that HUP! means something is coming straight for your head.
If that isn't enough of a heads up, well then the cookies that come flying straight for John's head might be a good indication.

He caught them! Hah! Playing baseball as a kid was good for something. He munched on one and then pointed at him. "You're a turtle."

Mike makes his way back over towards the booth.
On his way he happens to snag a napkin.

"Got a pen?"

"Uhm." He poked around in his things and pulled one out. "Yes, I do."

"Might I be so bold as to borrow it for a sec?"

"Absolutely." John nodded, handing it to him.

Mike takes the pen before taking a seat at the booth with John.
On the napkin he writes:

Vision assessment: Full Marks
Cleared to operate heavy machinery.

Then he slides both the napkin and the pen across the table and over to John.

It should be noted that he's fighting back giggles the whole time.

John grinned. "Hell yeah. Last thing I need is my heavy machinery operating license to be revoked."

"Okay, my turn."

Mike snags another napkin, and hands it over to John.

"You're a...don't tell me now... human?"

"Oh ho!" John laughed. "However did you figure it out? Of course...I could be Sebaccean."

"I wouldn't hold that against you. Just probably give you directions to the infirmary. They'd give you something that'd clear that right up."

He grinned. "Don't let Aeryn hear you say that."

Erin. That sounds like a girl's name.

"Is she cute?"

"I think she'd kill me if I called her cute. Hot is more the word."

Mike grins broadly.

"Hot is good. I like hot. Hot is the new cute."

John grinned in agreement. "That it is. She's a soldier too. Makes for interesting times."

"Hot warrior women really are where it's at."

Mike smiles foldly, remembering Mel.

"I miss mine."

"I just got mine back." He frowned. "I'm sorry, man."

"Me too. Stupid destiny."

He say with far less conviction than one would expect.

"Wanna see a picture?"

He frowned at the destiny part. "Sure."

Mike takes a polaroid out from the back of his belt.
The woman looks as if she's putting up with the man who stands next to her in the image. Almost like she's really just wishing he'd put the blasted camera away.

"That's Mel. She's a Slayer."

He grinned. "She is hot. Nice. A Slayer, huh? Wassat?"

"Mystical inherited thing. One girl every generation gets superpowers to fight vampires and demons and things that go bump in the night. Mel's the one from her time."

"...hot." John raised his eyebrows. "That's...really cool."

And his brain is screaming Buffy the Vampire Slayer over and over again at him.

"Yeah...until the part where she has to go away."

Again he shrugs.

"So tell me the one about the one that came back. Sounds like a happier ending."