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[lalaith_]

::is nursing a cold::

::goes out to buy some ice cream anyway and think about recent events::

::wishesherbrotherwasaorund:: ;_;

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[morwen_elfsheen]

*is working on paperwork in the cafe*

*smiles at you* At least she doesn't suspect anything...

[lalaith_]

::walks in looking rather miserable::

::still doesn't know who you are due to lack of interaction::

::tucks a strand of hair behind her ear::

...hey. Hullo. Do you sell ice cream?

[morwen_elfsheen]

*comes up to the counter next to you*

Hey. I'll buy it, I can put it on Finwe's credit card. It'll save you Caranthire bitching about you buying ice-cream when you have a cold ;)

[lalaith_]

::sits down heavily on a stool and nods::

...or maybe put it on grandpa Feanor's credit card. He's nice. But that's a secret. :)

::thinks you look familiar::

Do I know you? You...remind me of someone.

[caranthire]

*wishesyourbrotherwasaroundtoo*

Hey you.

[lalaith_]

::firmly plants a handkerchief over her nose, doesn't want to pass on the germs::

Hey, Caranthire. Long time no see. Imissedyou.

[caranthire]

You've got one of 'em icky human plagues, don't you. Yerrgh.

Right. More tissues, couch here, I'll get a duvet and bring you MUCH tea! That's supposed to be good for you lot, right?

*is still pretty clueless about strange mortal unnatural ailments*

[lalaith_]

::speaks in a horribly nasal voice::

I doooo. And maybe I'm going to die I finished my last can of germs-b-gone and this is thirty five shades of awful.

::sinks into the couch and nods, smiling at your concern::

Yes, ma'am! You're pretty much on the right track. :)

[mornaquilde]

*ambles in*

*sees you and feels a pang of guilt*

You feeling alright? :S

[lalaith_]

::coughs and sucks a deep breath through her mouth, cursing her clogged up nose::

Heeey you. Hi. Yeah...I think.

::sneezes::

augh...I'm a bundle of germs.

[mornaquilde]

*pats you*

Crap. That's a bitch. Get you anything?

[lalaith_]

::wonders if you'll get any germs::

Wait on me and find me loads of medicine to counter this horrible illness, tell me jokes and make sure I don't die tell me I don't look like a used tissue paper?

::looks rather hopefully at you::

::looks like a white sheet with a red nose::