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[never_lost_faith]

She had come in quietly last night; and now, Katrina Crane is sitting over a breakfast of tea and toast, looking for familiar faces that might be able to tell her the whereabouts of Ichabod.

She will also talk to anybody else, of course.



[[OOC: Here for car keys, but open to all.]]

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[masterofgunfu]

[OOC: Time wibbly woobly handwave that this happens before Andrea's current OOMs. Also, insta-slow but I didn't want to lose this.]

Andrea has had a very long day and so when Milliways found her instead of her apartment, she decided it was comfort food time. Catching a wait-rat's attention, she orders Fried chicken, fried okra, yellow cornbread covered in purple-hulled peas, and cheesy grits with a pitcher of minted lemonade. That done, she sits at table, adjusts her guns to sit more comfortably.

[never_lost_faith]

Katrina Crane had ordered a chicken pie and proper hot black tea for her dinner; she nods at the other woman nearby, politely inclining her head and not staring at the guns at all.

In the future, ladies can have guns, she knows.