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Herr Demoman is almost sober today. The Medic doesn't know what to think about that. All the man's responses and reactions on the battlefield are completely different when he hasn't got alcohol circulating in his system and it makes trying to keep track of him harder than he'd previously thought.

He's not sure he approves.

It's irrelevant at the moment, though, because what was supposed to be the mess hall at BLU field headquarters (an impressively large grain storage and transportation facility to any outside onlookers) turned out to be Milliways. He can live with that. It means breakfast in relative peace.

(One day Medic will learn not to think that about Milliways, but today is not that day.)

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[gorgonfondness]

Hopefully the relative peace will hold out, as there's a familiar young woman nearby with a pram. The person in the pram was just put back there after his feeding, so with any luck there won't be any crying for another couple of hours.

This means it's time for Mia to have a coffee and Medic to meet the new member of the family.

"Good morning, Herr Medic," she says somewhat quietly, though the baby seems to be content and fast asleep.

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He looks up from his coffee, blinking; then he smiles. "Ah, Frau Ausa," he says. "How do you do? Und who is zis?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia orders her coffee and takes a restoring sip.

"I do very well, thank you."

She gently pulls the pram over.

"This is Cepheus, my son."

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"Ah! Apparently I haf been out of Bar too long," says the Medic, and leans over to peer more closely at the baby. "He looks a fine, healthy young fellow. Might I ask how old he is?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia softly giggles.

"Well, I've been in and out myself."

She pulls out her rememberizer, asking, "What day is it? The seventeenth of March? Seventeen days old."

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"Congratulations," says the Medic. "You und your husband must be very proud."

[gorgonfondness]

"We are, yes. When we're not completely sleep deprived."

They've managed more than they thought they would.

"Coffee helps and I'm infinitely glad that I can drink it again."

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"Indeed," says the Medic. "Perhaps I shall see if- nein, never mind; I vos going to suggest some of ze coffee Herr Sniper is so fond of but it occurs to me zat he uses primarily ze decaf. Worse zan useless for your purposes."