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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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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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