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[isawit]

In true Milliways time wibbly wobbly fashion, it's been a few months since Selina bar tended and had this t-minus talk with Jay, but only a few hours for her back home when she finds the bar again. It's been a challenging few hours and she is somewhat done with things. And, as if dealing with a spoiled kid who can't figure out that he doesn't know everyone, she has that tell tale tickle in the back of her throat that suggests a cold is on it's way.

Which is a long way to say Selina has built up a blanket fort in one of the booths and is currently enjoying the space heater a rat provided, a stack of Elle magazines, and a plate of chilli cheese fries. Feel free to say hi, though be warned of sniffles.

[OOC: Mun is feeling the start of a cold and wishes he had a blanket fort to hide in. Here for a few hours, then slowtime until tomorrow.]

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[runningred]

One of the rats points the fort out so Jay knocks politely on a table, three drones floating at his shoulder.

"Permission to come in?"

[isawit]

"What's the password?" Asks a voice just starting to get scratchy. She knows it's him but can't resist a little fun.

[runningred]

"Cats rule?" Jay guesses. "Or is it Bruce is a jerk?"

[isawit]

"Not so much a jerk," Selina answers as she opens the blankets to let him in, "just stubborn and naive. He said stuff I nicked from his house was his, right in front of my fence. Might as well wear tshirt saying, 'kidnap me'."

"Hey guys," she says to the drones. She not sure which ones they are but they all deserve a greeting.

[runningred]

The drones turn to show the hieroglyphics on their flanks, proudly wearing the names she gave them.

Jay chuckles and crawls in, settling cross-legged and handing her a mug. "Family recipe for colds." Lemon, honey, ginger and just a tip of brandy.