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[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, in a booth, feet propped up on the corner of the table.

Fortunately his boots are pretty clean.

Flying does wonders for that kind of thing.

He has lemonade and a plate of cookies, and is currently fiddling with a small assortment of objects.

Most of them look to be paperclips.

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[last_adam]

Adam doesn't take a cookie. (Or a paperclip, but that's neither here nor there.)

Instead, he flops down in the chair across from Raven, a scowl on his face.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks at him.

"There are problems, again?"

[last_adam]

"I don't know. You tell me."

[creator_raven]

Raven frowns.

"Possibly it is something I do not know?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"You have no milkshake. This is sad." An Ace has popped up behind Raven, peering over his shoulder. "Tragic, even. There should be a Greek chorus."

[creator_raven]

Raven leans back, looking at her from upside down.

"Possibly you will oblige, yes?"

He sounds hopeful.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Maaaaybe. I can't reach the cookies." What these two seemingly unrelated topics have to do with each other, maybe Raven can figure out." Ace eyes them longingly.

[creator_raven]

Raven flings one at her.

Fortunately he doesn't throw it very hard.