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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

There is a saying in some cultures- as the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen. It's true in England, or at least the England of Harry Wells' day. The wind that follows him through the door from another day of working with the Slayers is proof enough of that. He closes the door swiftly behind him and heads for the Bar; for all that they do a marvellous job feeding the girls at the Academy, they only do one or two vegetarian dishes well. And those involve tofu. Bar, on the other hand, does imam bayildi and mujaddarah just like somebody else's mother entirely used to make.

Guess where Wells is eating his dinner tonight?

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" asks Wells, one eyebrow raised. "What sort of puzzle? M'wife takes an interest sometimes."

[thebrokensoldier]

"Called it a Sudoku." Ben states making a slight face. "Was a weird puzzle. Hard."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, I've seen those," says Wells, waving one hand. "Never could do 'em worth shit."

[thebrokensoldier]

"It nearly broke the doctor's brain." Ben, on the other hand, finished. So did the mun but it broke the mun's brain in doing so.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"I expect I'd've just wadded mine up and chucked it away," Wells confesses.

[thebrokensoldier]

"Never done it before. Was weird."