The aliens have been successfully driven off.

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Or so it would seem.

Katar's only been gone for half an hour when the door opens again, and he returns.

With two bags full of food that they wouldn't let him leave without.

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[hawk_shay]

Shayera's been waiting for word on the apparent crisis, although she's not really sure what use she'll be if it comes right down to it. As well as being as tired and sore and shaken up as everyone else, her hands are heavily bandaged. Essentially useless. And she needs a new mace.

She's sitting on the couch when he gets back. She looks up, a little startled to see him back so soon.

"What's going on up there?"

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He looks grim.

"Thanagar. They've done what no one else could. They've beaten us."

A sigh.

"We've been named administrators of North America."

[hawk_shay]

...

"Right," she says. "I'm going to bed, then. Wake me up when the assassins get here."

Momentarily forgetting about her hands, she moves to push herself up, winces, and settles back down.

"Actually, I'll sleep here," she says, with exagerrated dignity.

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He puts the bags on the table in front of her.

"Or, perhaps, it was a ruse to get us all up there for the American gluttony holiday."

[hawk_shay]

"Then I'm sorry for the oversight."

Another light kiss.

"Things were a little... hectic."

And another.

"I love you, Peacock."

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His eyes slowly lid as he smiles at that.

"I will never tire of hearing that."

[hawk_shay]

She grins.

"Yeah, you will," she teases. "But I'll keep saying it anyway. Got a lot of time not being able to say it to catch up from."

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His forehead touches hers.

"Technically, you could still say it whenever you wanted."

More cranberry sauce sneaks into her mouth. He puts it in with his fingers.