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[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Without quite knowing how, or why, Olive has managed to find the bar again. She sits in a booth by the door--

(No, for your information she hasn't been watching the door whenever she comes here, ever since Chuck said "Ned's around, some days." 

Or maybe she has. Whatever.)


-- Anyway, see the lonely heroine, yonder: sitting. sighing. Drinking a glass of lemonade, and looking generally desolate.

Say hi.



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[g00d_d0ggie]

D0G looks puzzled for a moment, then lets out a series of bwoops in a decent imitation of barking and howling. Isn't that how dogs talk?

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

"Not bad."

[g00d_d0ggie]

Mwrp oop! D0G looks very pleased with himself.

(Don't ask how a cycloptic, mouthless droid can look pleased with himself. He just does.)

[itty-bitty-o.livejournal.com]

Olive never asks these sorts of questions. (Well, maybe sometimes.)

Instead, she pats his arm.