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[dnaromantic]

"Sure, Nana Olaf, I'll just get it out of the pan ... try ..."

Greg Sanders wasn't expecting Milliways to pop up in the kitchen while helping to prepare Christmas Eve dinner, and he certainly doesn't look pleased about it now.

Because he was trying to cook, here

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[lvpd_sidle]

"Having fun?"

[dnaromantic]

"Oh yeah. It's not watching my cousins chase one another around a collapsible table, but it's fascinating material anyway." Greg shot her a grin. "Hi, Sara."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hey. Good turnout for Christmas?"

[dnaromantic]

"My entire delightful family back in San Gabriel. There were palm readings, and now we're cooking, except Milliways showed up in the pantry instead of the basmati rice."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Seems like it normally happens that way. Oh, if Bar gives you anything that looks like tofu? Don't eat it." Srsly.

[dnaromantic]

"O ... kay. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Greg blinks. "Is it poisoned, or radioactive, or just really, really bad?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"It turns people into yuppies. Made Jack think he was a god of commerce." So yes, really really bad.

[dnaromantic]

"... right, normally I'd be wanting to take that back to the lab and see just why it did that, but I think I might be too scared."

[lvpd_sidle]

"No kidding. Jack's back to normal but that was frightening enough." Beat. "I doubt Griss remembered to say anything, but his and Jack's son has been born. Keiran."

[dnaromantic]

Glass of water?

Now on the floor.

"I didn't even get a present! Sucky co-worker, me. Thanks for the heads-up, I'll be sure to congratulate them before they even realize they haven't told me yet."

[lvpd_sidle]

Bar provides towels for cleanup. "Not a problem. I do have a Christmas present in the works for you, but it'll be late." Namely so the mun can think of something.