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Ray makes his way in through the front door with a bag over one shoulder. It looks heavy. It rattles a lot.

It isn't too heavy to carry upstairs, thoguh, so it's gone when he comes back down.

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Confused blinking on Naraht's part.

"Ummm...something wrong?"

Ray shakes his head. "No, I just... I thought of... something. That's all."

Naraht bends down to and tries to catch a glimps of Ray's expression since he hasn't taken his head off the table yet. "Can you tell me what it is or should I just finish my breakfast like a good little sea nymph and go swimming?"

She knows it must be something either uncomfortable or embarassing or both...but she's dying to know all the same.

Ray props up his head just enough to make eye contact. "There are ways of getting some of those urges out of the way without actually involving another person," he says, his face a flaming red. "Any of the books mention that?"

"Ummm...yes..."

Cue the flaming cheeks on the mermaid.

"Okay. Then I don't need to go into detail," says Ray. "I just... remembered this one store in Manhattan. Well, more of a museum gift shop, really."

The last time he looked this bad he had just realized he was about to tell Yoda about the 'no sex or naked in bar' rule.

"Some of the devices they were selling to help with that were waterproof."

She nods as she thinks this over. Intellectually, it appeals...but that new part of her is going What the hell?! It's not supposed to be that way!

Then she catches her reflection in one of the many reflective surfaces around the Bar. She's just as red as Ray...and she bursts out laughing.

Thunk goes the head. It's just easier that way.

She tries to control it. She really does.

"I'm sorry, Ray!" she gasps out between guffaws. "See what I mean about the flightyness?"

"Well," says Ray, propping his head up again, "there are worse fates. I mean, at least you're not prophesying doom or something."

And at least he's turning less red than before.

"No, right now, all I prophesy is a long swim," she says, polishing off her last bit of waffle. "My gills are getting dry so I'd better get going. Thanks for the help, Ray. I'll see you later."

Ray nods. "Take care," he says. "I might be coming out to the lake at some point soon myself."

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