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Colds? Were not fun. At least she'd survived her encounter with NyQuil...
So there was a coughing and sniffling mutant curled up in a booth with her fluffy, warm blanket wrapped around herself. At her elbow was an Omelet that Bar had insisted she eat...and she was having a hard time separating the ingredients for individual attention. In front of her was a sheet of paper that she was mostly staring at, but upon occasion she wrote something down.
She didn't necessarily seem miserable, but no doubt a distraction would be welcome.
[Slow due to sleep!]
So there was a coughing and sniffling mutant curled up in a booth with her fluffy, warm blanket wrapped around herself. At her elbow was an Omelet that Bar had insisted she eat...and she was having a hard time separating the ingredients for individual attention. In front of her was a sheet of paper that she was mostly staring at, but upon occasion she wrote something down.
She didn't necessarily seem miserable, but no doubt a distraction would be welcome.
[Slow due to sleep!]