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[acts_of_gord]

It's awfully busy back at the Greenbrier. Gordon's taken the opportunity to get little Eli out of his mother's hair. He'd meant to take him somewhere out of the way in the complex itself, but Milliways showed up, so-

"One winter morning, Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen..."

-there is a one-eyed, battle-scarred physicist with a crowbar on his belt, seated by the fireplace reading Ezra Jack Keats' The Snowy Day to the dark-skinned, reddish-haired toddler on his lap.

Not that he couldn't be interrupted, if someone else wanted to talk. Just give them a heads-up first.

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[acts_of_gord]

"I've swum through worse than that," Gordon says. "I can handle a little animal output."

[vance_prime]

Alyx looks back at Eli. "On that note... we should seriously start potty-training the twins pretty soon here."

[acts_of_gord]

"You're probably right," says Gordon, looking down at the sleeping toddler. "Well. That should be interesting."