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At a quiet table in the back of the bar there are a pair of boots propped up on a chair. It's a bit dim, but the silhouette of a man in a fedora can probably be made out behind said boots.

Indy is reading Catch 22 over a cup of coffee and a danish.

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After her first cup of coffee has been anihilated, she looks around the room, seeing her Boyfriend, and smiling for the first time in several days.

She wanders over and sits beside him quietly.

Indy looks up from the dog-eared red paperback with a smile of his own. "Hey love, how are you?"

She yawns in answer. "Sleepy." She leans in for a kiss. "Mm. I've missed you."

He runs his fingers through her hair, lazily returning the affection. "The feeling's definitely mutual. Everything a bit better now?"

She nods thoughtfully. "I'm sorry about breaking down like that. It was. . .just too much that night."

He takes her hand and squeezes it. "Quite understandable. It meant a lot that you felt you could come to me though. I wasn't much help... sorry."

He sips a little coffee.

She laces her fingers with his, her thumb tracing his. "You were wonderful."

Her voice is quiet but filled with appreciation. She looks down at their hands and then meets his gaze again. "It feels like forever since I last saw you. How have you been, Hon?"

"Just fine. Life goes on. I don't have much to report really. Um... I set up Warren for his night of romance with Isabel. They seem to be doing ok."

"Good. That's good." She orders more coffee and a danish similar to Indy's from a passing waitrat ~~they're always passing, aren't they?~~

"I'm sorry I couldn't be more help."

She leans into him a bit, reveling in his closeness. Perhaps she's missed him more than she'll admit to herself.

"You did fine. The charm bracelet was a lovely touch."

He nuzzles his nose into the hair behind her ear, enjoying the fresh smell. "You know... we make a good team."

She shivers involuntarily and smiles a wicked smile.

"Mm. I think so." She says before finding his mouth again.

Indy purrs happily as their lips meet again. He nibbles at his danish carefully when she draws back, trying not to spill crumbs on himself.

"I bumped into Rory a few days ago. She seemed well."

Her own danish and coffee have arrived unnoticed, which she notices as they break away from the kiss. She sips more of the strong coffee, with a frown.

"I haven't seen in her in forever. Every once in awhile we go through these periods where it's impossible to get in touch with each other." She sighs and takes a bite of her danish.

"Oh! Does she know about Charlie?" She looks guilty for not even thinking to tell Rory.

Hey, Indy. *Meg grins and gives a cheerful wave.*

"Hullo Meg," Indy beams, putting his book down. "How've you been?"

This and that, you know. *Meg's grin turns rather rueful.* I haven't really seen you since the, er, you know -

"Mmmmm... yeah... that. Cole apologized to me a couple of days ago... and he said you got attacked by the Willow that night. How did I miss that?"

He looks a bit guilty.

"I'm really sorry. I'm never around when you need me."

Yeah, I apologized to Cole, too, I should've warned him about my father -

*She blinks.* Oh - no, I'm glad you didn't stick around. It was a bit of an awkward scene, what with - well -

*She looks rather sheepish.* And then, you know, I collapsed, which is always kind of embarrasing -

"Not really... given the circumstances I'd probably have done the same," he reassures. "So, how do you feel about the new arrangement?"

Anthy seems to be happy with it, *Meg says cautiously. Oh what fun it is to dodge questions!*

"Are you gonna challenge again then? 'Cause that would be a bit wierd... duelling your father," he admits.

It would be very, very cliched, *Meg says, rather ruefully.*

And - no.

I'm going to keep training. But I won't challenge again unless Anthy wants me to.