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[milkbonesoldier]

Yesterday's eyepatch headache put Wells in almost as bad of a mood as the days just before full moon do, which was all right for making lesson time more formidable for the girls, but did not endear him in the slightest to his wife. Some fairly awful threats got issued, which resulted in the use of the microwave and a somewhat insomniac night on the

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[there_is_a_me]

Scent before sound, and Spoon says, "Not in years." with a bit of wistful memory added in, "Hallo, da'. How's the head?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Hallo, Spoon," says Wells. "Still a bit off but nothing I can't get over. You doing all right?"

Pity the game requires four people. Well, he can still set up the board, see if anyone else turns up.

[there_is_a_me]

"Should regret it more." Ormvist, he means, "I don't, but I should. Could be worse, I suppose. Think Ace and I are going to go to the beach again soon. Want us to take the kids and give you and mum a nice vacation?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"You might want to talk about that with your priest," is all Wells says about the regret. Then he brightens a little. "I wouldn't be the one to say no. Thanks, Spoon."

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace perks, looking up from the rather laborious task of writing up notes for the paper-pushers in Gallifrey.
"Uckers? Haven't played that in ages."

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells grins. "Well then," he says. "Between you and me and Spoon we've got three, assuming Spooney's not too far out of practise himself. Now all we need's a fourth. Hallo, Ace."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Don't bet money or I'll bleed y'dry." Ace grins wickedly. "Hullo Wells. Done beatin' up on the girls?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Apparently I get too fast for their liking when I'm in a foul mood," says Wells. "I've decided t'be merciful for once.