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[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting on a stool, her back against the bar, watching the rest of the room; there's a half-empty cup of coffee in her hands.

She looks . . . on edge.*

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[spcl_agt_cooper]

O RLY?

As the owls say.

Dale Cooper wanders up, hands in his pockets.

[balletrat]

*Meg instantly relaxes!

In the way where her back stiffens and her eyes narrow and we live in opposite land.

Her voice amiable:* Salut.

[spcl_agt_cooper]

Opposite Day is Wednesday! Everybody knows that.

For shame.

Salut, she says?

He snaps one. Beaming.

[balletrat]

*Days tend to blend together when you're dead, alas. It is, one might say, a thing. Therefore, Meg can possibly be excused.

She eyes him, with a small puzzled frown, before studying her own fingers and snapping back.*

. . . is this some sort of secret signal? *she asks, lightly.*

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"It's a salute," he says, cheerfully. "Since you said it and all."

[balletrat]

Oh.

*Meg's tone is that of dawning comprehension.*

Desolee - every so often I forget that not everyone is French.

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"American as cherry pie." Still cheerful.

...the Americanness of cherry pie is debatable.

[balletrat]

Tarte aux cerises, *Meg says, a little absently, before putting on another bright smile.*

So.

How are you today?

*Interesting she hasn't said his name yet.*

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"Happy as a clam, Meg."

What's with the food?

"And yourself?"

[balletrat]

*Clearly, this is all part of Cooper's evil plot to put Meg back on a food-less diet.

For shame, Cooper.*

Pas mal, *Meg agrees, amiably.* Talked to a few people to see if they could help with those questions of yours - it seemed to me afterwards I might've been a little unreasonable, you know?

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"Very open-minded of you, Meg." He seems very pleased. "Did you find anything?"

[balletrat]

Well, *Meg says, earnestly,* I think it'd be easier for me to help you if I knew what you wanted from it, tu sais?

*Bob does not get a vous.*

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"It's a matter of safety," he tells her, very solemn.

[balletrat]

*Reasonably:* Whose safety?

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"Everybody's." As though he's surprised she'd have to ask.

[balletrat]

That's a lot of people to worry about.

*Meg hesitates; then, choosing her words carefully:* I guess I don't know exactly what you mean by 'safe'.

I mean, you could say someone who was imprisoned was 'safe' from a lot of things - but it's still not exactly the definition I'd use.