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Faith is curled up on one of the sofas in front of the fireplace, coffee cup in hand and a pensieve expression on her face.

Yeah, Faith's thinking. No it doesn't hurt.

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Hey, Faith, *Meg says, dropping into an armchair across from her.*

"Hey, Twinkletoes." Faith smiles, faintly. "You and Andy having fun now he's back?"

- somehow however I answer that it's going to come out sounding wrong, *Meg says cheerfully,* so I won't. How're you?

Faith snorts softly, then shrugs. "I'm...all right."

*Meg cocks her head, watching her.*

Just all right?

"Mm." Faith makes a 'so-so' gesture with her hand. "Lot on my mind."

*Meg grins, rather ruefully.* Any of it I can hear, or should I just sit here and make sympathetic noises?

Faith shrugs.

"Long, complicated story...and kind of not mine to spread around."

Fair enough, *Meg says.* Sympathetic noises it is, then. Or comic juggling. Whichever'd be more helpful.

Faith smiles, faintly. "Can you juggle?"

- well. No, *Meg admits,* but that'd probably be even more comic, wouldn't it?

Aaaand Faith is laughing. Good job, Meg!

*Meg is encouraged!*

See? *she says, cheerfully.* Even the mental image is good entertainment fodder. Now, I just need something to juggle -

"Balls," Faith suggests. "I'd say knives, but...bad idea."

Balls it is, then, *Meg agrees.* Since, y'know, I like my fingers - hang on a sec.

*She darts over to Bar, and returns with four brightly-colored rubber balls.

Very brightly-colored.

Possibly eyeburning.*

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