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Around lunch time Indy comes downstairs, cautiously eying the lake door. He makes his way over to the bar, definitely conflicted about something. After a cup of coffee that may possibly have had a heavy Irish component, he eventually whispers something to no-one in particular, and a small gift-wrapped package arrives on the counter. He takes a deep cleansing breath, gets up and heads out to the birthday party.