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Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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"A big green flower," Mel agrees, before turning to the newcomer. "Hi."

Logan regards her with the raise of a busy eyebrow.
"Well howdy..." *sniff* "...slayer."

Times like this Mel wishes she were a proper Slayer.

"One of many round here," she replies.

"Better you lot than their's, eh?"
Logan obviously sizes her up, but not obscenely.
"Yer different, tho. Nice."

A one shoulder shrug. "Still out numbered, though, if that's ever new. Still, no violence, no business.

"So who're you, then?"

Logan takes a quick puff off of the cigar, then pulls it from his mouth and stares at the tip.
"Logan."
Then he offers her the cigar with a half-wink to Mike.

She sneers at it. "I'm just gettin' my lungs back from the city, I'll pass."

"You forgot delicate."

"A big delicate green flower. With a shell."

"We prefer the term Protective Coating"

"Y'might prefer a lot of things. Don't mean you're gettin' them."

Logan raises his eyes to Mike at that comment and withdraws the cigar.
"Thanks for the brew, anyway."

"No problem. You're buying next round though."

"This is true. Sadly, this is true."

"So, how do we go about remaking this stuff into pants, then?"

"We stitch up the parts that you just seperated. Simple.We just make sure that we use the new numbers and not the old seams."

"Mebbe yeh should just make a ~~skirt~~ kilt?" offers Logan, pulling long at this beer.

"As in I kilt the man who made fun of my skirt?"

"Right," she steps back, politely. "After you."

He laughs.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, I got this part."

He takes out a custom made thimble and a spool of black thread. With little to no effort, he threads a needle and sets about stitching.

"So this slinky dress of yours...."

"That I was doing a very good job at forgetting..."

She slumps down into a chair again, marvelling at his skill at handling a needle in three chunky fingers.

"There is no forgetting. Only Zool."

He is Ninja. He sews with great skill, and then fades away, without a trace.

Logan stops paying attention to Mel and notices Mike is gone.
"Hunh."

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