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After being scarce for awhile, Bill is finally down in the main bar again.

Boo's been doing better, and he's been feeling restless, so he's out getting some air.

Sitting at the counter with a Coke and a ham sandwich, he's keeping an eye out for people he knows, people who may or may not want to kill him, and even new faces as he hasn't been downstairs much lately.

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Bill is definitely going to try and force it, and might have a stomach ache as a result.

It's a challenge, but somehow, he manages.

"Lord-- "

Pushing the mostly empty dish aside he scrubs a hand down his face.

And Ben... he manages to finish off his own, his own plate being pushed away. Those eyes stare at it and he shakes his head. Now he'd rather go curl up in a ball close his eyes, purr and take a nap. But he's also watching Bill.

"No more."

"No more," Bill agrees, seriously thinking about a nap himself. Minus the purring.

It'll be awhile before he can drag himself back upstairs, though.

Of course minus the purring. He doesn't have the feline DNA for it. And we're sure that Ben isn't ready to leave Bill's side yet.

There's always the couch or floor by the fireplace.

Bill is content enough to sit at the counter for a spell. Truth be told, he'd prefer to stay here (somewhere in the open where he's less likely to face trouble). For all the good that'll do him.

"Didja like it?"

Obviously Ben finished the whole dish, but Bill's still curious what Ben thought about it.

That plate is pushed away a bit more and he places his arms on the table before laying his head on his arms. Though at Bill's question he gives a small smile.

"Was good. Cold though."

But he knew that ice cream was cold. Bill had taught him that when they first met.

"Yeah. Gettin' on the tail end of summer, though. Gotta take advantage while it still makes sense t'eat cold desserts."

That's his logic, anyways. So, clearly stuffing themselves silly was justified.

"No more ice cream then."

Well, they could... It just wouldn't do much for them to eat it while the weather itself was cold.

"Nope. 'Less you get a real big cravin', then you just gotta make sure you got somethin' warm to go along with it. Like pie, or hot chocolate."

More Bill logic. Somewhere his mom is probably facepalming and doesn't know why.

"Hot chocolate is good."

Then again for Ben just about anything that's chocolate is good.

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