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Claire is in the bar today, a folder of her new history laid in front of her. She's filling out a form or two (or three or five), occasionally glancing back at the folder, turning a page here and there as she searches for information.

And every so often she drinks some mint-flavored tea. But you might have guessed that already.

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Claire's thankful as well.

"How's Tim?' she asks, changing the subject. "And Magic?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Tim is good. Keeping himself busy. Magic helps with that."

By stealing his shoes.

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She smirks, "You know what they say, right?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Err... no?" Ace looks rather confused.

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Claire writes something down on one of the forms, still smirking, but not meeting Ace's eyes.

"Oh, you know. First a dog, then a baby."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Flail.

"No. Baby. No."

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"Oh. Sure. Of course," she nods a little, still carefully printing out her name on the dotted line.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Claire. No baby." Just so we're clear.

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"Even if Tim wanted one?" she asks, genuinely curious.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"He doesn't." At least, he's never said anything to her that would indicate he did.

Perhaps he's just a very smart man.

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She nods and lets the subject go. Sort of.

"I think I want another, one day."