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[nita_callahan]

Sometime shortly before this, Nita enters the bar.

And while the Suit she's wearing doesn't quite resemble the one in the icon -- it's still very black and very snazzy.

She's taking a well-deserved coffee break somewhere that doesn't have Neeble.

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[nita_callahan]

Ah. Unwelcome territory. Time to back off.

"Kinda hard to find, Hawaii," she comments neutrally. "I've never managed to get there myself."

[evil_koala_626]

"'s nice. Warm."

Home.

"Lotsa plants. Choice waves."

[nita_callahan]

She laughs.

"Sounds about right."

[evil_koala_626]

"Ih."

He drops rather unceremoniously off the table to retrieve his cannon. It is entirely possible that another volley is being contemplated.

[nita_callahan]

. . . Uh-oh.

"The waitrats aren't gonna be real pleased about cleaning all this up," she points out cautiously.

[evil_koala_626]

He stares at her.


Wait for it.




Waaaaaiiit for it...




There's the look of realization!


He's been warned that upsetting the waitrats might be a bad idea before not that it stops him from inadvertently doing so on a regular basis.

"Hmmm..."

The cannon is adjusted so that the barrel facing him directly. Stitch takes a step backwards, jaws gaping wide in preparation.

There we go, Nita! Problem solved!

[nita_callahan]

"Oh, Lord."

Nita mutters the words of a shield spell, and peers between her fingers at the potential carnage.

[evil_koala_626]

To his credit, Stitch tries. He really does. In the chaos that follows, several pieces of flatware, numerous articles of clothing and the back of one unfortunate patron's head are amongst the casualties. Slowly, Stitch picks himself up off the floor and beams. His teeth are obscured by three meatballs.

[nita_callahan]

Nita, still on the floor, still protected by her shield (now slightly splattered by meatball), puts her face in her hands and cracks up.