[Wow. Okay, so...having a broken leg seriously, really sucks. Hard. Norma's laying in bed at the battle dome clinic, her leg wrapped in a jolly 'ol cast. She's stiff, she's sore, and good lord is she bored out of her very mind! There is nothing to do here! She can't just sit around here for - what did the doctors say? - three weeks and be expected
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Not bad at all. Very good, in fact.
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Oh, Four Eyes! [Haven't seen you around in a while.] Oooh, you really think so~? You really like my singing? For real?
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[Which is nothing.]
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Stunned silence. Then,] W-What, um, what would you like me to sing?
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Finally, Giles sighs, gives himself a few seconds to remember the beat, and gives Norma a few choruses of Anthem.]
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You're pretty good for an old man, Four-Eyes. You got a nice, solid voice. Just try and keep away from those high notes, okay? You might have to replace your specs if you go up any more.
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But, thank you, Norma. I'm glad you approve.
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No problem! Thanks for the entertainment! I sure could use as much as possible until I get set free from here.
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I don't mind talking a little longer, if you want. I could even stop by.
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[Bring presents. 8|]
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...sorry, but, um, do you actually know what my name is?
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Refresh my memory.
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[But, y'know, he's bringing presents. So.]
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[Giles...huh. Nah, she prefers her nickname. And who knows, maybe's it'll change with time. He'll have to earn it, though.]
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