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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 smiles when he sees her.

"Good morning April. it has been awhile."

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

The fingers suddenly in her hair were not accidental, the pad of one thumb trailing lightly down her cheek. "I cannot think this bitter weather is quite suitable for long journeys afoot, Miss O'Neil," Holmes leaned close to murmur into her ear.

"Good afternoon, April. You looked dressed for winter." Lando has watched April's de-layering with a small bit of interest, and a grin as he sees a face he hasn't seen in some time.

"Mmm, hi," April purred in reply, nuzzling expectedly into his hand. "And it's not that bad. I was shopping."

"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.

"The key is to dress in layers," April quipped back at him with a broad smile as she tossed her scarf over the adjacent stool. "And how have you been, Lando? Figured out ice cream exporting yet?"

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

"Layers...I guess your world hasn't developed the right all-waether gear. One outfit for all occasions, all climates, short of the ice moon of Hoth." Which might explain why Lando seems to dress the same much of the time.

"I have been well, April. I resigned my commission, and have set out to find my fortune again. Though the grand ice cream project has not occupied me of late. There have been some other ideas I've been working on."

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.

"Hm," Holmes snorted, arching one brow and taking a seat beside her, fingers still tangling into the curls of her hair. He considered himself clever enough to avoid the most trying moments of the holiday season in general...of which endless shopping might well be the worst.

"I hope you are well enough, despite the chill."

"Oh? What is it this time? Chocolate cake?" she teased him with a slight chuckle, reaching for her coffee and taking a long sip.

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.

"We have chocolate cake already. I'd say the market is pretty saturated with it, in fact.

"No, what I'm thinking about is very different. A friend of mine here and I have discussed the possibility of building bacta tanks in the Bar and then selling them at home.

"And before you ask, a bacta tank is a tank filled with a healing solution of special bacteria and nutrients. It's a vital part of medical care at home, but the Bar doesn't have one." There is in Lando's tone a small amount of serious thought that was missing from the ice cream project.

"Of course," April answered, her smile contented. He could continue doing that to her hair as long as he liked, she thought. "Although you have no idea how difficult it is to shop for the boys. They don't have a 'Turtle' section at Macy's."

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.

Oh dear.

It's not that Mel isn't happy to see April, it's just seeing her adds another layer of complications to everything going on in her confused head right now.

But she's another person she hasn't seen since getting back, so she heads over as she gets downstairs, and grins over her own cup of whiskey-and-cocoa.

"Hi."

"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...?"

April licked a bit of coffee from her lips and peered back at him, brows furrowing in thought. "That's a submersion thing, right? Not, like, something you drink." She could have sworn there was one of those in one of the Star Wars movies.

"Well hi," April replied, grinning over at Mel. "I heard you were back. Glad Hell decided to spit you back out." The corner of her mouth quirked in a smirk. "How you feeling?"

"No, defitinely not. If you drink it, the bacta will likely throw your digestive tract off-kilter. I think the standard expression is 'for external use only'.

"But when used right, it can restore health in a matter of days, even hours. And with the war over, worlds and outposts that helpd off purchasing new tanks will be in the market again."

Mel can cope with smirking. Joking about Hell's her natuiral defence mechanism right now.

"Yeah, what can I say?" she says. "They just couldn't ahndle me down there."

Jane, sitting nearby and watching the elaborate undressing ritual.
"From where do you come, that you need such heavy clothing?" She is curious but shy, unsure of herself.

"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.

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