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Guppy is... a bit stuck.

One of feet got stuck in a dough blob, so he tried to stun it. Which resulted in him stunning his foot, falling over and dropping it.

He's now in the position of having both his feet stuck to the floor with dough blobs, whilst a couple of others seem to be trying to work out how to fire his stun gun at him.

"Give that back you little buggers..."

[tinytag: Dough]

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For a moment, Katherine just looks at him from over the rim of her glass and stares.

Blink.

Guppy doesn't see her, being too busy trying to get his gun back.

"Are you--?"

Blink.

"May I--?"

Blink.

"What is that?"

Katherine is new to Milliways. Sentient dough is not something she sees every day in Texas.

"Please, grab the gun off it!" Guppy says. "I don't want to get stunned again."

Katherine is motionless for only a moment before sliding down off her stool and, picking up her skirts, hurrying to the... er... dough.

Cautiously, she picks at the gun, recoiling only once or twice when the blobs put up a fuss about it.

Deep breath.

And with a firm grip, she yanks the gun away.

Sort of.

"Is this... pastry?" she furrows her brow at the blob hanging off the end of the gun she now has in her hand.

"Thanks." He reaches out for the stun gun.

"Yeah, sort of alive evil dough."

She hands the gun over easily, blob and all.

"Alive evil dough?"

She eyes the sticky masses around his feet.

"When I was told there would be strange things here, I didn't quite expect this."

"It's eating my shoes." Guppy says, trying to get free.

...

Well that doesn't sound good.

Katherine glances around and notices a place setting on the bar. Picking up the knife she looks at Guppy, almost as if she's asking his permission.

She's not entirely sure what good the knife will do, but she's willing to stab the hell out of those things until she finds out.

Guppy looks a little unsure, then shakes his head.

"I'm going to stun them, if I miss please don't let them get the gun again."

He fires twice, once at each foot, hitting both dough and feet. The beings squelch away and he falls over with pins and needles in both feet.

A hand goes over Katherine's mouth as he topples.

"Are you quite all right?" she exclaims, stepping over the dejected bits of dough as they slither away from him. She stops to kneel close to his prostrate body, looking for injuries.

"Yes." Guppy says, sitting up. "At least I didn't knock myself out this time."

He smiles slightly. "Dr Guppy Sandhu, normally more organised and less stuck."

Katherine manages to smile at him, a bit relieved.

"Miss Katherine Barlow," she replies, bowing her head just slightly as she does so. "I'll have to take your word on that, Doctor."

"Just Guppy is fine. Nice to meet you Miss Barlow. Are you new here?"

She nods.

"Nice to meet you, as well. And yes, actually, I am. I just stumbled upon the place a few weeks ago, so I'm still getting accustomed to the... uniqueness of the Bar."

"The goo is new, but stuff like this does happen quite often."

A patient chuckle. "So I've heard."

She inclines a hand toward his feet. "Can you stand, or move at all?"

"Yeah, just a little numb." Guppy gets up.

"Good," she sighs with relief, straightening to her feet as well. She offers to help him to a stool.

"How did you get yourself into that mess in the first place?" she wonders aloud.

"I got one foot stuck, tried to stun the thing, fell over, dropped the gun, got my other foot stuck and the gun stolen." Shrug. "I can be a little accident prone."

"Only a little," she chuckles good-humoredly, shaking her head in sympathy.

"I'm generally less so at work, luckily." He smiles. "Would you like a tea or anything?"

A nod. "Tea would be lovely."

She slides onto a stool, careful to make sure there aren't any lingering bits of dough around.

"Are you a general practitioner?"

"Geriatric rehab, formerly Accident and Emergency."

He orders tea. "What do you take?"

"Sounds like exciting work," she blinks.

"Generally just black, thank you."

She folds her hands and politely places them in her lap.