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[itrunsinthefamily]

After the last few days, Red needs a little time to think. And it's nothing against Snow, but she needs to be sure... no one else is going to interrupt. Besides, Snow can always follow her to Milliways.
She comes in through the back door, makes a beeline for the couches by the fire, and curls up on one, watching the fish in the fireplace.

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[souffle_girlek]

Some people have a snack when they find themselves up late at night with no hope of going to sleep any time soon.

...

Some people break out the bowls and whisks.

Oswin's down in the kitchens in the middle of the night, making chocolate chip cookies.

With additions.

Those nuts were just sitting there, so clearly they needed to be toasted, candied, and added to the mix.

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[vance_prime]

Establishing sustainable agriculture has been one of the major priorities of the Greenbrier colony. Most of the fenced-in space around the resort is devoted not to housing but to growing crops in ratios specially calibrated to keep the whole community fed throughout the year.

Of course, there are still a few adjustments that will need to be made going forward. Not everything grows as well as you might expect or hope. And some things grow too well, leaving a surplus that no amount of canning or freezing will completely eliminate.

So Alyx, like so many beginner gardeners before her, finds herself with a box of long green vegetables, and a four-word sign:

FREE ZUCCHINI
PLEASE TAKE
Somebody in Milliways must want some, right?

Happy Hour!

[timelessinventor]

The Helena that walks into the bar is much happier and much more relaxed than she has been in many weeks.

As she walks up to Bar, she is presented with a cupcake and a napkin.

"Oh, I see how it is, darling, make the birthday girl do work for her dinner." She laughs, however. "Do not worry, darling. I will be just fine."

She turns, and in a quite old-fashioned and precise hand, writes on the Specials board:

Happy Hour!

Half-off if you tell a story about a birthday party; drink free if it is also your birthday!

She turns back and grins. "Alright, darlings, what will it be?"

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[diced_tartan]

Nicholas is in the bar today, out of uniform but still working. He's got a packet of Jaffa Cakes and a cup of tea to keep him company while he goes through the week's case reports. All three of them.

The current one is confounding him. Utterly and completely. Some of it makes sense, and then it just suddenly... doesn't. In fact, he's fairly certain some of it isn't even written in English. (A quick check shows this report was filed by PC Walker. Of bloody course it was.)

If someone could tell Nicholas what... agrafollyerbs ...? is supposed to mean, he'd be much obliged. Because he hasn't got a clue.