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[OOM: Business as usual.]

Jools is in the bar. By the fireplace. Asleep on the sofa.

His mud-encrusted trainers are sitting on the coffee table, and a large, filthy backpack on a nearby chair.

Feel free to wake him up if he's in your way. Or snoring too loudly.

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Jools may wake up with a mustache drawn on his face with permanent marker.

There is a boy 'training' on the underside of a rafter looking at him and thinking about it.

You'll have to excuse him if he doesn't respond right away. He's a bit jet-lagged and exhausted from schlepping around India for the last month.

In fact, if anything, he just seems to start snoring a bit louder.

Naruto thought through the many pranks he could pull. And then a new one came to mind. One that used both pranks together.... Na that wouldn't work.

He grinned at himself as he resigned to pull the shaving cream one first. He snuck down, quick as a flash and managed to get one hand full of the fluffy stuff. Then with a feather he tickled the other guys nose.

It takes a moment before the inevitable splat! that comes with a face full of shaving cream.

He seems not to notice for a few moments. Until he tries to breathe, that is, and the fluffy white junk gets up his nose. He shoots upright and starts coughing quite badly. He might even look confused, somewhere under all that white stuff.

Naruto, meanwhile, is laughing his butt off on a rafter.... Oh look he lost his concentration. Naruto go thump onto the floor.

Jools takes a long while to figure out how to get this stuff off of his face. Sure, he uses it when he shaves, but never this much.

When he hears Naruto fall to the ground, he looks over in that general direction.

"Did he do it to you, too?"

"tttt," said Naruto holding is arm, "He who?"

He didn't see anything... Nope.

"I dunno," Jools says. "Who?"

He's got most of the shaving cream off his face. But now, it's all over the front of his shirt and trousers.

"Never mind," said Naruto, "Why are you covered in mud?"

"It's not mud," Jools says, wiping his hands on his shirt. "I think it's shaving cream."

He may have missed the point a little bit.

Naruto facepamled a little.

"I can see that," said Naruto, "I'm talking about on your shoes."

"Huh?" He looks over at his shoes.

Oh. Right.

"Right. I just got back to London today."

"Is it the rainy season?" asked Naruto.

He shakes his head. "No, it was kind of warm today. But it was raining in India."

As Guppy and Alex pass by, Alex points at the shoes on the table.

"Dirty!" he shouts loudly.

Whatever Jools was out doing that got his shoes so nasty seems to have tuckered him out quite badly. He seems to have heard Alex, but he may not actually be awake.

"No, I showered this morning," he mumbles.

"It smells!" Alex shouts.

"Alex, don't be rude." Guppy says. "Jools is sleeping."

That manages to wake him with a start, and Jools quickly sits up.

"I didn't go in the kitchen!" he insists, momentarily forgetting that he's not at Hannah's right now.

"It's okay." Guppy says, coming over. "I think you're allowed in the kitchen here anyway."

That isn't Mrs Grayshot.

Oh, right. His mum wasn't home, and he wound up coming here instead.

"Mum says I'm not allowed," he reminds Guppy. "Same with Mrs Grayshot."

"Yes, but you're in Milliways." Guppy says. "So long as you don't set anything on fire, nobody will mind here."

That's a new one. The last few weeks have all been rather unexpected, though.

"...What if I do light something on fire?"

It's probably best to cover all his bases.

"Put it out, very quickly."

Jools nods. "Right," he says.

Then, a thought occurs to him. "How?"

"Have you ever heard of a fire blanket?" Guppy asks. "If you've got one, use it. Never, ever, throw water on an oil fire. That's very very important. If you can't put the fire out, call the fire brigade, get out of the kitchen, and close the door behind you."

The familiar look of information overload appears on Jools' face.

He should write this down. He reaches for his back pack and digs his notebook from it. Finding a blank page takes a while, but he does eventually come up with one.

"Is that like a duvet?"

"No, it's usually a small red blanket attached to the wall in a red box, marked 'Fire Blanket'." Guppy says.

"Nine nine nine, Fireman Sam!" Alex shouts.

He nods and writes this down.

"Do you have one?" Jools asks. "Only, I don't think Mrs Grayshot has one."

"I have one at home, but not here. I bet the bar kitchen has one though. You could buy one if you're going to cook at home."

He gives Alex his keys to play with for a moment.

"But if you're likely to cause a fire, maybe cook very safe things? Or make meals that don't require cooking?"

"I burnt a salad once," Jools says. "I was trying to cook for my girlfriend."

"Were you cooking something to go in the salad?"

"Fish fingers," Jools says simply. "But that was after."

Guppy nods.

"Well how about I take you in the kitchen some time and show you how to make a salad involving no cooking?"

"Okay," Jools says, nodding. "And you promise no one'll get mad?"

"I can't see why they would." Guppy says. "But if anyone for any reason gets mad, I'll be sure to take the blame, okay?"

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