Lilly and Mel's suite

[henry_jones_jr]

Having spent several hours passed out under a table in the bar, the lack of vibrating rubber ducky puffball bedspread had not been apparent to Indy when he stumbled into his bedroom at around five o'clock this morning. His head hurt like the blazes. Lights were not an option. He fell on to the bed while attempting to get undressed, and passed out

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes upstairs, carrying the box and grinning with triumph at her successful mission as she enters her suite. She pauses just inside the door. Someone's in her room...

And then, before she can really be alarmed, she sees who it is. Schooling her features, she checks the lid on the box and marches over to her bedroom door.

"Indiana Jones. Just what do you think you're doing?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy heard the door. He doesn't really care if he's caught.

He is currently trying to fold, bundle or roll up the pilfered bedspread, for ease of transit back to its home. Stampy's playful gamboling is making the task more arduous than it should be. He lifts and drops one end, trying to knock her off in the resulting wave of ducks, puffballs and comforter.

However, the tinyphant rides the turbulence like a pro-surfer. This is a great game!

"Reclaiming stolen property," he says with a sniff.

[awesome_lilly]

"Oh, really?"

Lilly arches an eyebrow in polite disbelief.

"If you're so anxious to reclaim your property, why didn't you come after it last night?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"'Cause..."

Indy tries a violent shaking motion to dislodge the elephant now, frustration starting to bleed through. She hangs on resolutely, using a combination of ninja balance, teeth, and a trunk gripping onto a convenient rubber duck.

"Something came up. I was forced to get very drunk instead."