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[krazyglusurgeon]

Cooper?

Is pleased as punch, happy as a clam, as merry as a pirate and as giddy as a schoolboy. Why?

Well, that's something you'll have to ask him, but the pint of Guinness (and the two or three siblings that had already been emptied) will probably make him talkative enough to actually explain. There's a smile on his face, though.

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[sime_channel]

"Hi." She says blinking several times, hand on his dog's head, "Um. Your dog? Asked me to come here?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

He grins and looks down sideways at the dog. He reaches out a hand and scritches behind her ear.

"'ello, Nelly," he says, his accent a little thicker than usual. And then he looks at the girl.

"And 'ello to you too, miss."

[sime_channel]

"You sound like, um, Seargent Wells?" She offers after a moment, "Um. Suzi, Suzi Darley? Is me?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

He blinks for a moment and nods his head.

"Friend of Sarge's a friend of mine. Like a pint, miss?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Oi! Cooper!"

[krazyglusurgeon]

Cooper raises a hand, the one not holding his pint glass, and cheers.

"Oi! Sarge!"

Comeovercomeover!

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells grins, and sets off for Cooper's table. "You look a decent mood, for once," he says. "What happened?"

[krazyglusurgeon]

He smiles and takes another sip from his pint before answering.

"Shipping out two days from now to Wales. No more bloody paperwork."