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[river_meimei]

"Pink," River says to the bar, solemn and earnest. What she gets is, indeed, just that: a drink that looks like some kind of smoothie, smells of several different berries, and is a mildly unnerving shade of bright pink. The spiral straw in it is a complimentary shade of unnerving purple.

River beams, and takes it carefully in both hands. She turns away from the bar to head towards a booth, to tuck herself under the table and sip happily.

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[river_meimei]

River is always right.

Duh, Ben.

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Ben studies his empty glass a little longer, and then says, "Thanks for your help, River," returns his glass to Bar, and heads out for the door.

[river_meimei]

That was sudden.

River's not too bothered, though. She has a pink drink, and she's going to be an aunt; she is, for once, in a solidly good mood.