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It's not officially Hockey Night in Canada, that's Saturday, but it has defintely been hockey night for Meg. She's spent the last four hours at her boyfriend's brother's apartment watching -- and listening to -- Alain and Luc and their friends watching -- and commenting on -- the Montreal Canadiens beating the Quebec Nordiques, 8-0.

Luc's apartment is a tiny box of a place that looks like a twenty-three year old man lives in it; he has a giant television, a battered couch, and very little other furniture. Meg winds up spending half the evening in what is optimistically called the "kitchen," talking to Luc's girlfriend Nathalie about anything but hockey.

It's not a bad way to spend an evening, but she's kind of glad to return to her own quieter -- and furnished -- apartment when it's over.

So, naturally, she's just found the End of the Universe where her living room should be.

At least now she doesn't have to make her own tea.

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[themidnightson]

Edward, unsurprisingly, is reading a book.
It's presently balanced on the flat of his palm in mid air.

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Meg's brain breaks into its internal playing of "The Hockey Theme" to say, Hello, Edward.

Meg's not at all sorry to either see Edward or to see the song stuck in her head yield the floor for a bit.

[themidnightson]

He doesn't stir, but there's a small shift to the hold of his jaw and his lips. Not a smile or a frown. For all anyone watching knows it could have been something he read.

Even though, a three seconds later, he looks up from the book. It half closed in folding fingers as he glanced with with such easy casualness toward the Door.

And the girl who'd been standing there.

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"How are you?" she asks, when he's close enough that she'll be able hear the reply over the bar around them.

[themidnightson]

He considers fine and well, settles on, "Better. And you?"

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"Good," she says.

Both in the sense that it's good that he's better and that she's good herself.

"How's Isabella doing?"

[themidnightson]

His whole countenances changes with his focus; softens. The planes of his face and the color of his eyes, and even the way his fingers turn around the book settling it on his thigh.

"She was released home two days ago."

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"That's wonderful," she says.

"I'm glad she's better, too."

Call Meg crazy, but she suspect Edward's better and Isabella's better are related.

[themidnightson]

Edward will not call her crazy.
Or remark upon her assumption.


"There will still be many weeks before things return to normal," there's a pause, where he notes nothing ever can, in his head, but not aloud. But he finished his dangled statement with "-but I think Carlisle shall be glad not to have me underfoot daily."

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"Probably," Meg agrees, with a smile.

"And I'm sure she's glad to be out of the hospital.

"Is the rest of your family well, aside from Dr. Cullen's relief at having you out of his hospital?"

[themidnightson]

"They are."

Alice recovered from most of her revelations for the most part, especially lately. Especially now that Bella was her doll for the foreseeable future of recovery.

Esme still making sure Rose and Emmett's return went smooth, that everyone's coming together wasn't as jagged as certain moments displayed.

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"I'm glad."

She nods towards the book he's holding.

"Are you reading something new tonight?"

[themidnightson]

"The Divine Comedy," Edward said. "The Purgatorio to be specific."

[gavemea_45]

"Meg, hey."

Sam glances up from his coffee with a grin.

"How's it going?"

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"Hello, Sam," she says.

"It's good. I just lost an evening to a mediocre hockey game, but aside from that, I have no complaints."

And her tone suggests that even that complaint isn't all that serious.

"How are you?"

[gavemea_45]

"Ouch. Your team lose, or was it just a bad game?"

He shrugs.

"Doing okay."

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"My boyfriend's team won, mine wasn't playing.

"But the final score was eight to nothing. One-sided games are boring, at least to me."

Though the post-game gloating can be fairly entertaining.

[gavemea_45]

"Sounds like." Sam shakes his head. "It makes it much less interesting to watch, anyway."

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"Generally.

"So, where have you wandered to these days, on the other side of the door?"

[gavemea_45]

"Illinois," Sam tells her. "For now, anyway. We're heading west next, I think."

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"Do you pass through Illinois a lot, or are you still there from the last time I saw you?"

She doesn't think time moves at the same pace for the two of them, just given how long he had the cast on.

[gavemea_45]

"Well, it is kind of central," he points out. "We criss-cross through it pretty frequently, I guess."

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"True," Meg says.

"I suppose it would be much less likely that you'd be criss-crossing Maine or some place like that."

[gavemea_45]

"Definitely. Not all that many roads leading in and out of Maine, comparatively speaking."

A beat.

"Although I guess at least a couple might lead over into your side of things, though."

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"Just a couple," Meg says, amused.

You know, what with the existance of things like Quebec and New Brunsick.