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Hank McCoy comes out of the Infirmary, glancing around as he makes his way to the Bar and settles to a stool.
"Lady Bar? a large breakfast please."
When a heaping platter appears, he grins.
"My thanks. Ah, and a larger coffee, please?"
And a very large mug of his own brand of coffee appears and his grin widens a touch.
"Lady Bar, you do indeed take good care of me."
And he digs in with a great deal of relish. He has been working hard for over a week. The engine, as they say, needs more fuel. Even so, he would not turn away interruptions.
"Lady Bar? a large breakfast please."
When a heaping platter appears, he grins.
"My thanks. Ah, and a larger coffee, please?"
And a very large mug of his own brand of coffee appears and his grin widens a touch.
"Lady Bar, you do indeed take good care of me."
And he digs in with a great deal of relish. He has been working hard for over a week. The engine, as they say, needs more fuel. Even so, he would not turn away interruptions.