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*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

Why not? Jeez, Meg.

Anthy smiles cheerfully at her. "How are you, Meg?"

I'm fine, *Meg says cheerfully back.* I had a bit of a shock earlier, but I'm all right now.

"A shock?" Inquiring look, check. Undertone of disapproval, check. Faint suggestion that Meg has done something stupid again, very much check. (Hypocrisy, big fat check plus.)

My friend Christine's brainless alter ego showed up, *Meg explains. Total innocence, the plus that ate the world.

Well, except for the fainting bit.*

"Oh dear," Anthy says vaguely. Brainless alter-egos. It's just like home.

"Did anyone help you upstairs?"

She knows Meg.

I woke up after just a second, *Meg says, rather indignantly.* It was the middle of the day, after all.

"Of course you did, Meg," Anthy says soothingly. She takes an accusatory sip of tea.

*Meg scowls at her, without force.*

I did. Ask the guy who caught me.

Anthy blinks at her. "But I agreed with you . . ."

You agreed, *Meg says dourly,* in that not-really-agreeing-at-all kind of way.

"I did? Oh dear." Anthy takes a sip of tea. It does not cruelly crush her with logic. "But they've opened their eyes already."

*OR DOES IT? Tea is more logical than you know.

Meg blinks.* Who has?

"The baby mice," says Anthy, happily.

She doesn't really listen to Meg, you know.

*This comes as no surprise, really.*

Oh! You have baby mice?

*Meg is ready to be diverted.*

"No, I found them in the bar earlier today." She beams. "They're just starting to grow fuzz."

Awww! *Meg melts.* Where are they?

"They're sleeping," Anthy says sternly.

All right, *Meg says obediently.* Can I see them sometime?

"Of course, if you like." She beams again, because: baby mice. "They're adorable. So tiny."

Do you know where their mother is?

"With them, I hope. They'll die, otherwise." Anthy bites her lip.

*Meg looks worried.* They're not old enough to survive on their own?

Anthy shakes her head. "They're still young enough to nurse. They need their mother."

Oh. *Meg looks crestfallen.* Well - she's probably still around . . .

"I hope so . . ."

Anthy looks worriedly at the crack in the wall where the mice live.

They're gonna die, of course.

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