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They say that ignorance is bliss. They're probably right. In spite of this fact, April O'Neil had wandered in and up to the bar, wrapped in copious layers of coat and sweater and scarf and hat, only her blue eyes and rather pink nose and cheeks visible until she began the tedious task of unwrapping herself.

"Large coffee, please, with- Oh, thank you. Perfect," she murmured to Bar, pulling off her gloves to clutch the warm mug that had appeared before her.

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"Bruce, hello!" April greeted, her smile wide and genuine upon spotting him. "It has, it really has. How have you been?"

"Insane, wild, chased, monstered, beaten, triumphant and awed, but all, in all, not bad. How have you been?"

He chuckles as he grins at her.

"Christmas shopping," she blithely informed him with a smirk. "I'm not sure which is worse."

he shuddrs dramaticall;y.

"Oh I think you have the worst end of it. I just use the intenet to order and wait at a contact point for the delivery. God forbid I should wander into those crowds right now."

There is a bit of a real shudder in his move this time. Bruce doesnt do well with crowds.

April nodded, sympathetic. "The internet isn't really big where I come from yet," she informed him, taking a sip from her coffee. "Donnie uses it, but I have no idea what for. Mikey swears it's porn." She gave a subtle snort of amusement.

he nods.

"I understand. If you ever need anything, yiou can look it up on my laptop and I can order it and pick it up from my world's services. There are several which deliver to drop points for those whio lead busy lives."

He smiles faintly. He has had to use such often.

"Where were you last week?!" April laughed, just teasing him. She pulled the knit cap from her head, leaving dark curls sticking up in all directions. She gave her head a pat, but it didn't seem to help much. "Do you celebrate Christmas, Bruce?"

He sticks his tongue out at her. He has had some interesting changes lately.

"Yes, I do, when I am with those who matter. Which Milliways provides."

he grins at her and pats a bag next to his leg, eyeing it, and then reaching down inside.

"Now let me see, where was that...?"

"Those who matter, hmm? That sounds promising," April replied, peering curiously down at his bag as he rummaged around inside of it. He was quite changed from the last time they'd talked, and she was pleased to see it.

He pulls out an oblong package, and hands it to her.

"Merry Christmas, April. And thank you for being the first oen to believe ion me for me."

The package contains several first editions of books, as well as a recent study on the advancements of raditative sciences as heloping those mutated by it's effects, with notes by Bruce to translate some oft he harder parts. And finally there is a crystal rose.

"I- Oh." April blinked down at the package a moment, a bit startled, as she'd not expected it. Accepting it, she turned her gaze back up to him. "Bruce, wow. You didn't have to. Thank you."

Holding it up to her ear, she gave it a very gentle shake. "Should I open it now, or wait?" she asked, smiling.

he pokes a finger at her.

"Ah-ah, you havwe to wait. It is not quite Christmas yet, you know!

He grins at her.

"You helped me when none else did. A friend in need as they say."

"Darn. Well, I had to ask," April laughed, and placed the package unopened onto the bar. "And you're welcome. I'm sure you would have done the same for me." Impulsively, she reached over and gave him a quick squeeze.

He grins at her.

Then he blinks and returns the squeeze.

"Thanks. I would."

Then he rolls his neck cracking it slightly.

"A long night... what have you been up to? Other then the dreaded shopping?"

"Oh, you know. A bit of everything. Working in my shop, visiting with talking turtles, going to Victorian England. Ordinary stuff." She gave him a wink. "Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

Silly question, really. Of course something exciting had happened.

he grins.

"When did you go? Much has happenned in the last while..."

"It's been about two months, I guess," April confessed sheepishly. "I've been in and out a bit, but yeah. I can't believe I let it go so long."

"Ahhh, so you missed the Other war and Ansdrew's World's War as well?"

April blinked. "Wars? There were wars?"

He sighs and settles onto a chair.

"First, the Other returned. He apparently had been here before, a malevolent alternate universe version of Tim Hunter hated the bar. He came here and started cursing people, subtly and unsubtly, but it took awhile for everyone to realize what was happening. He was caught and defeated,a nd the curses were broken, but it left scars, a lot of them."

He sits and shifts slighty.

"Then Andre Wells found out that a disaster was going to befall some people on his world and he recruited a group from here to go and fight to prevent it. About twenty people went and every one came back, but it was hard."

"My God," April breathed, palm settling against her chest. "And Tim? Is he okay?" Tim hadn't been her favorite person in the bar, but she didn't hate him, and wouldn't have wished anything bad on him.

Bruce shakes his head.

"I dont know. I dont really know him."

April sort of hoped that had Tim actually died or something equally awful, that the patrons of the bar would have heard about it. "Well, he and I were never that close or anything, but I wouldn't want him dead. He got me drunk once."

Bruce chuckles at that.

"As far as I know he hasnt died. I just dont know how he is."

He smiles wryly.

"This place can get rather big on a fellow."

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