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It's been a while since a certain silent terror has stepped foot in Milliways, but he's feeling brave today. It's stupid to avoid a place because one 'freak accident' happened that could have happened to anybody.

But it happened to him, and he's decided that he has got to get over this paranoia. And he's convinced that that's exactly what it is. Paranoia. Nothing will happen, and as far as he's aware, only a few people even know what happened. He's pretty sure that any odd looks that happen to be thrown in his direction just have to do with the fact that he's walked in, carrying four dozen doughnuts.

After all, after a crisis, the best thing to do is to just keep doing what you've always done.

And in Teller's case, this includes four dozen doughnuts, which he does intend to share with anyone who asks.

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Here is one tall Scottish killer who is really glad to see him.

"Hello, Teller!" Urquhart says. "That's a lot of doughnuts."

Teller gives him a smile that isn't entirely forced.

Yes, it is quite a lot of doughnuts. Perhaps Urquhart would like one? Or two? Or ten?

Urquhart carefully inspects all the different doughnuts, pondering what which kind might taste like.

"What are the yellow ones?" he asks.

Delicious.

Teller checks his pockets, and seems surprised to actually find what he was hoping to find.

He tosses a small lemon at Urquhart.

Urquhart catches the lemon, and laughs out loud.

"What would you have done if it had been eggnog?"

That earns an odd little shrug, and fishes out a doughnut covered in chocolate icing and crushed walnuts.

He is entirely willing to admit that the yellow ones don't taste exactly like lemon, but it's close enough.

So Urquhart takes one, and starts eating it.

"How have you been?" he asks, trusting that Teller will find a way of telling him.

That earns a very honest sigh -- not at all like the over dramatic sort he usually likes to use to illustrate his hellish days with Penn -- and he can't help but look away slightly.

He knows what Urquhart is getting at; or at least, has a good idea of what he thinks Urquhart is getting at, and it's still not particularly easy to discuss.

He's really not sure how to go about discussing matters of having to be locked into a large, reinforced trunk every twenty eight days to keep from violently murdering the people he's travelling with, or causing massive four-figure repair bills to hotel rooms.

"At least Penn hasn't been abducting any more people," Urquhart remarks.

No, thank your deity of choice for that small mercy. The thought does make Teller laugh, though.

"You know," Urquhart ponders, looking as innocent as an Urquhart can ever look, "it might have been an amusing sight, that huge tall Penn with a tiny flailing Guppy over his shoulder. Of course, if I'd been there, I wouldn't have been supposed to laugh but would have been expected to save him. That would have meant I could've legally decked him one, which would have been almost as funny."

Not that Teller would ever admit to it, but he almost wants to see that, now.

And not that he'd ever even hint at it, but he's also now trying to come up with a way to manufacture another kidnapping-by-Penn, just to see what would happen.

Urquhart eats his doughnut and grins.

"Another flavour I should try?"

Teller opens another box, and after peering in, finds a custard-filled, chocolate-covered diabetic coma waiting to happen.

Quite tasty, if you don't wind up wearing half of it.

Urquhart does his best, wrangling with that thing.

He still ends up with a little bit of custard in his hair.

Teller can't help but laugh. One of these days, he will find something that doesn't make a complete mess of Urquhart's hair and fingers, and which still falls within the realm of acceptable junk food.

Urquhart squints at the ends of his hair, and laughs as well.

Guppy is nearby, looking... really confused, actually. He feels like he can't think properly at all.

He's currently looking under the tables for the whistle he thinks he's supposed to have.

Maybe Guppy would like a doughnut?

Which is why he'll find an open box of them fairly close to his face.

Guppy blinks and looks up. He looks decidedly rough.

"Hey Teller." his brain eventually prompts him.

He looks at the doughnuts. His eyes hurt when he moves them. He accepts the doughnut.

"Thanks."

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