spam of a dinner full of LIES. backdated to last night. When I forgot to post.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy idles out of the kitchen last (not that there's much of a shift at the moment anyway) and pulls up a chair opposite Laura. They'd arranged dinner. The fact he was stuck lying wasn't about to stop him.]

Evening.

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[intofireforever]

[Laura isn't aware yet that she's affected by the flood, but when she inevitably realizes it, she'll be thankful that it only applies when answering questions.]

Hey, Paddy. [An uncomfortable silence.]

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy isn't sure if she's affected, so stabs at a potato before asking,] How're things, Laura?

[intofireforever]

The best they've ever been.

[She groans, drops her fork and buries her head in her hands. This is the last thing she needs.]

[christ_onabike]

[He notices that reaction and frowns.] Flood. Got me too.

I'd ask about it, but I'm not going to get a useful answer. I fucking hate you, Barge. [For more reasons than one.]