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Val walks in the bar, goes behind the counter and rescues a mug of tea. For some odd reason, the mug has a huge heart and smiley face on it. She grimaces at it, and sticks her tongue out at the mug. It would seem that the girl is in a rather poor mood for some odd reason. She takes her tray and sits on a bar stool sullenly. For some reason, it looks like it's going to be a long night.

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Val's eyes twinkle. "That's awesome. I should make some of my famous cookies. Granted, I'd probably mess them up, but I think the bar needs some good ginger cookies for Christmas." She grins again. "I love Christmas."

"I used to love Christmas."

She stands and hugs him tight. "I love the giving aspects of it. I love being able to make surprises for people." Her eyes twinkle. "I'm making Luke robes, and I dont' know what else for anyone else." She sighs. "I need ideas, darmit."

Nick looks down at his cookies and shrugs.

"I...need resources. I...had to cut up my jacket just for these bags. I can't go home, so my options are somewhat limited."

Val suddenly looks extremely concerned and horrified. "Holy frell, Nick. What can I do to help? There has to be something I can do to help... Um, there's no one sleeping in my room in the staff quarters if you want it."

Nick shakes his head and squeezes the shoulder he's holding.

"It's fine, Val. I'm fine. Really. Natalie, LaCroix and I all have rooms. We got room keys and everything. It's okay. I'll...figure it out somehow."

"I want to help you, Nick. I'll do something." She almost seems as if she's pleading. "There has to be something I can to do help."

Nick...Nick understands. But he's well aware there isn't much she can do.

"Unless you know a way to make someone belive I'm not something that I actually am, there's not much I think anyone can do."

Val's eyes twinkle a bit. "Well, I spent three years where people thought I was some old male political commentator. I do have a bit of experience in that vein." She sighs. "I convinced people that my brother wasn't an egotisical power-hungry bastard."

"Yes, but did those people demand to read your blood to learn the truth?"

"Uhm, no. They didn't even try that one. I guess I was a bit too convincing." She wrinkles her nose. "I still wish I could help in some way."

Nick grins and hands her a second bag of the cookies.

"Don't worry about it, Val. I'll find my way around it. I always do. Things will work out, one way or another. If you truly want to help me...just make sure that at the end of the day, you're around to give me a hug. I'm not trying to be...condescending. You have no idea how important you are to my stability, Val."

Val holds the bag, eyes sparkling. "I'll make sure that I'm around, then." She turns and points out the lake door, to where her tent stands. "Out there is a tent. I know you can't go out when it's sunny, but feel free to come find me any night. If you want to get away, too, there's a bunch of books in there you could take if you wanted." She smiles gently and hugs him tight.

And he hugs her as tightly.

"We must talk, you and I, at greater length."

She sighs. "We should. There's so much that's happened, so much stupidity on my part. Besides, I miss you."

He leans down and ruffles her hair with his chin as they hug.

"Oh, as if I haven't missed you! Who else will laugh at my lack of mysteriousness? My bad jokes? Who but you can stand the dreaded marinated vampire?"

He's got a wide grin.

Val cracks up. "I so remember that night. Nick, I swear I thought you were taking a bath in teryaki sauce." She grins. "I think you're nice and mysterious, when I can't smell you coming halfway across the bar."

"I could smell myself coming halfway across the bar, Val. The stuff was noxious. I don't know how Tracy was going to eat it before she spilled it on me."

"I like that kind of stuff, but ew. IT seemed to actually be some sort of really nasty sauce. Does she eat that stuff all the time, or was it perhaps just a bad desicion?"

"I still say it was planned."

Val snorts, her eyes twinkling. "Hm. I could get you smelling like.... hmmm. Well, Gil made some stew the other day. Feel like smelling like beef?"

Nick laughs and shakes his head.

"I smell like cookies, baking cookies, and I think that's fine for the time being."

Val grins. "I think I like that smell." She sniffs her shirt. "I think I smell like my tent and my need to do laundry."

Nick laughs. He's got a sensative nose...and he agrees. But he's also got an 800 year old survival sense...and doesn't agree out loud.

"Why are you in a tent anyway, Val? Don't you have a room?"

"Oh, I do have a room. I just like being outside." Her eyes sparkle. "It's actually a special tent. Peter got it for me. If you go inside, it's actually the size of an apartment." Her eyes twinkle. "It's awesome out there."