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The circle of chairs is set out at one side of the bar ~~because in some universe it is totally still tuesday~~.

In the middle are plates of home made cakes and biscuits shaped like farm animals. Next to them are bowls of icing, sprinkles, and writing icing.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL!

Come decorate a cake or biscuit!

[ooc: Guppy-mun apologises for forgetting to put this up on the right day. Open to anyone who wants company, to talk about worries here or at home, who just want to eat the food, etc :). All tags will be picked up by a LS team member.
Tinytag: Connor (Freakangels)]

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He isn't especially upset today, spending a few days of decompressing by ding sorta-normal kid stuff will do that.

Tyler's just very interested in the cakes and cookies present at the Life Support table... with the cat-sized black and gold cyberraptor following up behind, grinning.

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"Hi, want to decorate one?" Guppy asks.

He's in the middle of making a cow shaped cookie.

"Sure, Guppy." Tyler grins, pulling over a chair and setting to decorating a chicken cookie, offering it to Winston after he's finished covering it in red sprinkles.

"..krr?" There's a couple of pointed sniffs at the cookie before the beast turns away and settles to lie down near the boy's feet. "Phhrt."

"How've things been for you, sir?"

"What is that?" Guppy asks, cautiously.

"Good thanks, we just had another baby a few weeks ago."

"Winston, he's a pet I got for Christmas for Dr. Oliver a few years ago..." He reaches down to absently scratch the raptor's head, getting a short bark and a little tail wag. "He won't bite patrons unless they try attacking, but he's not exactly friendly to other people."

"I'll steer clear then, thanks." Guppy says.

"I'm sure he's very useful."

"He's great company, I just can't take him home because people'll ask questions about where I got him." Tyler replies. "How's the new baby?"

"Cute and sleepy so far." Guppy says, getting a picture out for him.

".....wow....she's...really tiny..."

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Teddy might be willing to talk to somebody today. It is impossible to tell this, though, because his face is completely impassive, as it is all the time.

Still, he'll take a biscuit.

"Hi Teddy." Guppy waves. "Want something to decorate it with?"

Dryly: "I'll live without."

"Then would you like some icing to make it taste nicer? We have some that isn't pink."

"Guppy," Teddy says firmly. "I'm fine with just a biscuit."

"Okay." Guppy smirks, decorating his cow.

"How are you?"

"My suspect had a magical seed surgically implanted into his digestive tract and enchanted to grow unstoppably until it had riddled his internal organs with puncture wounds, eviscerated his eyes, wound its way out of his body and constricted him with enough force to break several bones. Most likely his actual dying was delayed with various healing spells," Teddy says mildly.

"And how are you, doctor?"

That gets Guppy's attention.

"Wow." he says. "Horrible, but interesting. We have a lot of medical texts in the infirmary office from across the universe if any would be of use to you."

He takes a bite of his biscuit.

"I'm okay thanks. Got an investigation of our own going on at work, though I'm not involved in the actual investigating, just a witness."