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Bernard's in the bar, at Bar but not behind her, so don't ask him for a drink.

Coffee.

Washington Post.

Not a bad mood.

[ooc: Closed to new threads. Back late tonight. @_@]

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"Bernard."

Aeryn would have approached like a shadow, but for the gurgling baby in her arms.

"May I speak with you?"

Bernard glances up, and blinks. "Sure."

"Whose kid is that?"

"It's about a room extension."

She looked at Andrei, she hadn't forgotten about him.

"He's mine. Or rather, not mine, but I have him for the day. It's complicated."

Andrei smiled as though he found this vaguely amusing.

From her booth, Val notices Bernard, and stands, walking off the the 'fresher for a moment, then returns, looking more professional, and smiling.

"Hey, Bernard. How was your honeymoon and everything?"

And there's Dinah, gliding over on her wheels.

"Hi there, Bernard, how are you doing?"

"...Okay. Um. Contragulations. For the day."

He sips his coffee and folds his newspaper up.

"How do you need your room extended?"

"I'd like to have a spare room, to use as a gym amongst other things."

She tried to look like this was a normal occurence.

"I recently acquired a large sum of credits."

Through perfectly legal means of course.

Bernard glances up and smiles a little thinly.

"Hey, Val. It was good."

"Hey, Dinah. How's the job?"

"Okay. Dimensions?"

His eyes start to unfocus as he communicates with Bar.

*Hopefully this doesn't change his mood. Tim is sitting at that table he always sits at when he's in a bad mood, the one that is usually covered in empty drink glasses by the time he's done. The table is in fact covered with drinks he bought from the bar, but he's only drinking tea. On the table is a sign "FREE DRINKS, HELP ME WORRY." He glances over at Bernard.*

Hey.

"About the same size as my bedroom would be fine."

She said, nodding.

"That's good." She pauses for a moment, but goes on, gently, but confidently. "I'd like to talk to you about getting back to work, actually."

"It's just great, thankya," she says, positively beaming. "I'm really enjoying it.

"But there's a slight problem. It appears the door has returned for me."

His eyes close briefly.

"It's done."

"I got a note from Eddie that you tried to start working again without notifying anyone." He looks her in the eye.

"That's not the usual way of going about things, you know."

Bernard reads ths sign.

"Hey. What've you got to worry about?"

"That fast."

She quirked a brow, but smiled thankfully.

"How many credits will that be?"

Andrei began to cry and she rocked him in the hopes of actually being a good mother.

"...Okay. Well." He sighs. "You know, it's funny. I've always seen the door." He rubs an eye.

"D'you need to leave?"

*Tim sips at his tea, then gestures towards the door.*

Ace is stuck outta bar. For some kinda forty year course in being a Timelord.

Her smile becomes a little sadder, tinged with regret.

"I'm afraid so. My man's waitin' for me the other side."

She catches his eye, and nods. "I realize that now, and I apologise." No excuses, just an apology.

"That fast." He glances at her tab. "Your bill just increased by about ten... credits, you say? A day."

When the baby cries, he gets a slightly anxious look on his face. "Maybe he's hungry?"

He's been reading up, you see.

"Apology accepted. Now." He clears his throat.

"How are you doing? And don't say you're fine."

Aeryn has been reading up too.

"He was only just fed."

She looked at the baby, her baby, with worry in her eyes.

"Andrei, I don't know what to do."

Talking to infants, first sign of madness.

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