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Travis is back by the fire place.

He's still in his dressing gown, and still wrapped up in a towel.

And still whinging about tea, when he's not busy coughing up a lung.

[Plot!tag: IMDb Flu]

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[morethanprops]

Moist is on a couch with some tea and soup doing his best to get better and glares at Travis,

"Don't cough on me. I'm already sick."

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

Travis glares back.

"Then you don't have to worry about getting coughed on."

Beat.

"Where'd you get that tea?"

[morethanprops]

"I asked for it from a rat," Honestly they're rather hard to miss.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"Huh?"

Travis looks round, and something clicks.

"Oh. Right."

Cough cough cough.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, they have some stuff in the infirmary to help with this thing that's going around."

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"Stuff that's going round? Oh, god, Ford. This is all your fault, I just know it."

He cuddles up a bit more snugly with his towel.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, it makes you think you're someone else. There's a box full of these flu bags in the infirmary. The medicine's not pleasant but it works,"

He eyes the towel, that kind of cuddling seems extreme for an object.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, makes you think you're someone else?" Travis asks. "I'm me. Arthur Dent, Earthman, ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha."

He likes his towel, and he'll snuggle up to it all he likes.

[morethanprops]

"Exactly what I said. I thought I was someone named Watson,"

It was strange and Moist didn't like it.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"Just Watson? Who's... oh, sod it."

He shakes his head and looks for a rat.

"Can I get some tea, please?"

[morethanprops]

"Yes, it was confusing and uncomfortable. I don't recommend it,"

Honestly, he was law abiding.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

A rat brings him his tea, which he takes and drinks greedily.

"Oh, that's nice," he says. "That's really nice. I haven't had a good cuppa since the Vogons came round."

[morethanprops]

Moist raises an eyebrow and sips his own tea, "What's a Vogon?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Travis." Guppy deposits a Flu Party Bag in front of him.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

Travis glares at it, as though he expects it to start talking at him in an obscure Beta Taurian dialect.

"What's this?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Ten days' supply of paracetamol, throat sweets, and extra soft tissues."

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"What for?"

He coughs, as though answering his own question.

"Right. Uhm. Thanks."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Your flu." Guppy says.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"S'there any tea in here?" he asks, peering inside.

He doesn't expect to find any, but it doesn't hurt to look. And at least he's not asking after anything alcoholic, like he normally is.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Well no, but I can get you one that's not cold." Guppy says.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

Travis looks up at Guppy as though he's just announced the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

"Could you really?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Yeah. How would you like it?"

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

"With milk," he says quickly. "And two sugars."

He doesn't take his eyes off of Guppy, in case the offer for tea is suddenly retraced.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy gets them both a tea from the bar.

"Have you got a room here?" he asks, putting the tea in front of Travis and reaching to gently feel his forehead.

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

He puts up with the touching, because TEA!

"Yeah, but my key doesn't work."

He may have been trying to get into the wrong room.