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[handsomejack]

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[caf_pow_girl]

Need a hug?

[handsomejack]

Nope, I'm good.

[ooc: It's very unlikely he'll say anything further on the subject. Jack's way of coping, moving on!]

[caf_pow_girl]

Well I need one.

[ooc: Abby is being stubborn.]

[handsomejack]

I imagine Tosh and or Gwen could both use hugs right about now. I'm afraid I've got to get some of Ianto's affairs straightened out right now, Abby. He wouldn't want the people he was working with to be left high and dry.

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[knightbalanced]

... Thanks for letting me know.

How's the Spitfire coming?

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[handsomejack]

Focusing on the engine schematics for the moment so I can give those over to the Corinthian for him to work on getting parts and start the mock up.

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[knightbalanced]

I wonder if the City restrictions would let smaller craft like that get around. I mean, it's not like you're trying to escape. My bike does okay, but I haven't pushed the altitude.

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[handsomejack]

I imagine if they don't want me to actually fly it, they'll do something ... like drop an anvil on me with a note attached.

[fowlprodigy]

Coffee dealer?

Ah yes, Artemis...

[handsomejack]

Ianto Jones has left the City.

Heh...Another of Ianto's employers.

[fowlprodigy]

Ah. That is unfortunate.

Jack hasn't hacked that part of Ianto's computer yet! ;D

[handsomejack]

Very, we will greatly miss his coffee.

[glock30]

Those are always hard to replace.

[handsomejack]

Very. At least there was a pot left in his wake.

[glock30]

Hope you drank it before it got cold.

[handsomejack]

Had a cup but was a good boy and shared the rest.

[justashow]

Time to switch to hot chocolate?

[handsomejack]

Nah, just have to go back to brewing my own coffee, which everyone complains could be used to strip clean engine blocks.

[justashow]

God forbid. Isn't there a cafe? Order out, spare yourselves.

[handsomejack]

Oi! I'm used to drinking my coffee and I rather like it. Just, everyone else harps on the fact that they can swear it crawls out of the cup after them.