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Having discharged most of his obligations, Ray went home to New York last night. This morning, with any luck, won't impose too many new ones. But you never know, which is why he's fortifying himself with a proper breakfast- by which we mean 'an enormous amount of Lucky Charms cereal' and 'enough bacon to make a cardiologist wince'.

Okay, so it's not a proper breakfast in any sense of the word. Shut up.

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Not an obligation (at least she hopes not) but the morning has brought a mermaid bearing a large tray of krullers.

"Morning, Ray," she says hesitantly. "May I add to your no doubt hideously unhealthy meal?"

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Ray glances at the food. "Well, it could be worse. I think the milk is low-fat or skim, and there's fiber in the cereal. But overall, yeah, hideously unhealthy... morning, Naraht. How're you doing?"

The crullers get a very interested look.

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"Not bad," she says, snagging one of the krullers for herself. "Spent most of the day out at the lake. Didn't come in until late. Caught a bass and had a nice lady teach me how to gut it."

She winks. "And so-fresh-it's-just-stopped-flopping bass is quite good."

Naraht looks the kruller over and takes another bite. "Spoke with Malcolm as well. He's trying to determine medical baselines for merfolk..."

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"I remember. We used to go fishing every so often at Camp Wauconda. I wasn't much good at the cleaning, though. Scales everywhere." Ray shakes his head ruefully.

"Oh? That'll be helpful. I don't think your physiology will turn up in the doodad K gave me last night, so having a doctor's data to start from is a good thing."

He reaches for one of the crullers, but since his dominant (left) hand is holding onto a coffee mug (see, more impropriety), it's his right hand that does the reaching. One of the knuckles is fairly heavily bandaged.

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Naraht notices the bandage and winces. She didn't see it happen, but she does have a faint memory of seeing blood on Ray's hand two nights ago and she's good at putting two and two together.

"I'm sorry about that," she says quietly. "It's not too bad, I hope."

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Ray looks down at the bandage. "I got it cleaned out and I had a tetanus shot last year," he says, equally quietly. "I only broke the skin, really. There wasn't enough damage to warrant stitches or anything."

[OOC: Unfortunately, this is the icon with keyword 'ouch'. Oh well.]

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Naraht looks away and puts down her half-eaten donut. "So...how was your day?" she asks after a long, uncomfortable silence.

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Caspian has also come to fortify himself with breakfast, but his consists of fruit, toast, eggs, ham, and tea.

He looks over at Ray's cereal curiously.

"Are you---quite sure that's..." food, he wants to ask, but politeness holds it back.

"...going to be enough?"

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Ray looks up and smiles. "I'll be fine. It's really not that bad, especially considering I could've gotten this in chocolate form." It looks like dry cat food with marshmallows in, really- the oat bits of Lucky Charms have never been the cereal's selling point. "And I had a lot of running around to do last night, so I don't want to irritate my gut by giving it too much to deal with this morning. Have we met?"

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Caspian gives the cereal another disbelieving look, and then turns his cheerful smile on Ray.

"I don't believe we have. My name is Caspian."

He holds out his hand to shake, genially.

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Ray reaches up to shake the offered hand. The knuckle of his right forefinger is bandaged and there's a fairly broad burn-scar across his palm, albeit one that's several months old. "Ray Stantz," he says. "Pleased to meet you. Sit if you like- the cereal's not going to get up and attack you or anything."

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Caspian is used to injuries from battle, and doesn't blink an eye at the old wounds.

He smiles. "Thank you, I will."

Sliding his meal over, he pauses, looks at Ray thoughtfully.

"Your name sounds familiar--do you know, by any chance, a girl named Ivy?"

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"Oh! Yes, yes I do," Ray says. "I haven't seen her in a while, I've been in and out too much- how's she doing, anyway?"

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What is Ray talking about? It's a wonderful breakfast!

Wolf, baby inna arms (Harold, yes, the one with the purple crayon) comes over, carrying a tray with his own bacon sandwich, and a bowl of oatmeal with jam and cream for Harold.

"Good morning, Ray! Nice breakfast!"

Although he's not really too sure about the cat-food with little coloured fluffs.

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Ray thinks it's a wonderful breakfast. It's just not proper. Proper would most likely involve, oh, prunes or something.

Ray grins. "Thanks," he says. "I never could get the hang of sausage, but bacon's always good. Especially burnt around the edges. How're you, and who's this?"

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Ew. Prunes. Piffle. Proper, shmoper.

Spooning Harold a bite, Wolf smiles. "Yes, bacon's always good!" He likes it any way it comes. Bacon is bacon, and bacon is delicious. "I'm doing wonderfully! This is Harold; it appears as though nobody here takes care of him, and that just won't do, so I'm going to." A fair look of fondness washes over Wolf as he says that.

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Ray looks down and waves. "Hi, Harold!" he says cheerfully. "Gosh, you're lucky to have somebody like Wolf here looking after you. I think you're going to do just fine."

He looks up at Wolf. "He'll be staying with you and Virginia, then?"

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A nod. "Yes, unless we find his parents."

"I think very soon Virginia and I will be needing to vacate our room in favour of a suite," he muses.

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"Oh, she's that close to her due date, huh?" Ray says. "Congratulations. I'll help you guys move if you like- I just moved out ot of my old room to a new one here so I'd have more room. I mean, you know, when I'm here and not home. When's the cub due, do you know?"

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"New diet?" Johnny remarked as he walked past, Felicia the kitten on his shoulder.

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"Two diets, actually," Ray says. "I wasn't getting enough food when I was on just one. Hi, Johnny. How're you?"

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"I can see that. Any particular reason?" He asked.

Johnny placed the kitten on the table, who was eyeing the bacon with great interest, not to mention the milk in the cereal as well.

He sat down and added, "I'm fine, been looking after Felicia here."

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Ray shrugs. "I've been busy lately, I guess. Exercising more than usual, in addition to all of the regular running-around-shooting and the electronics work on the side. Who knows."

He breaks off some of the bacon and holds it out to the kitten. "You're welcome to this, but don't try and snag any from my plate," he instructs. Then he looks up at Johnny. "That's good," he says. "Listen, um... I wanted to talk to you. About Naraht."

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Johnny nodded. Made some sense, and he didn't have the best eating habits himself.

The kitten sniffed the bacon, and then lunged her head forward to take a big bite of the bacon eagerly.

Johnny tilted his head to the side, "Oh? What about? Everything all right?"

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"Oh, yeah, everything's fine." He lets go of the bacon; if anything around here is going to be taught that you have to fight for food, it's going to be his 'pet', not a kitten. "No, this is something else. I'm pretty much the closest thing she has to family, so certain obligations descend upon me by default. The first of which is disclosure. You are aware that eventually she's going to go back to her original species and certain things become radically impossible at that point?"