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Good God, he got a Christmas present.




Dworkin is sitting in a booth, savouring tea from his brand new tea-set, eyes closed in pleasure.

He got a Christmas present.

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[song_tra_bong]

"D'you like it, then?"

Mary Anne stops beside his booth, smile soft and hopeful.

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"Sit with me?"

He pours her a cup, smiling proprietarily.

[song_tra_bong]

"Of course."

She takes a seat across from him.

"You've been well, I hope?"

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"Very well."

He nods, and offers her the sugar bowl.

[song_tra_bong]

"Glad to hear it--oh, thank you."

She adds two spoonfuls to her tea, stirring it in.

"Been up to anything interesting?"

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"Merry Christmas."

He savours his tea.

"I've not done much."

[song_tra_bong]

"Merry Christmas," she echoes, taking a sip.

"Are you looking for something to do? Or just enjoying the inactivity?"

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"Looking."

He considers the word, the answer.

"Most certainly looking."

[song_tra_bong]

She nods.

"For any one thing?"

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"Opportunity."

Just. Waiting for opportunity.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles.

"Always a good thing to keep an eye out for."

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"Of course."

He nods, happily, and sips his tea.

"I think we might hope it should come here. In this place. It's full of everything else. But there's the pesky rules."

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles wryly.

"Those do sadly limit some of our opportunities, don't they. A hindrance as much as a help...Double-edged sword, like everything else."

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"There was so much potential, too."

He sighs.

[song_tra_bong]

She looks appropriately saddened.

"Suppose we'll just have to look elsewhere."

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"I'm too old for that sort of thing."

He'll wait patiently. Flies coming to the spider.

[song_tra_bong]

"I'll keep my eyes open, then," she says.

"Pass the word along."

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"If you need a hand."

He's happy to help with her trouble. She got him a chemistry set.

"You remind me of my granddaughter."

[song_tra_bong]

She tilts her head, curious.

"Which one?"

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"Fiona."

Of course Fiona.

"Dear moppett."

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles.

"She is. We get along very well."

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His eyebrows go up as he considers the possibilities.


"At least you won't get pregnant?"

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs.

"There is that. We get along in platonic ways as well, you know."