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[milkbonesoldier]

His cousin's bound to be about sooner or later, and then they can make the arrangements to go and get the finished Slayer weapons from Hephaestos. Wells, therefore, is on the lookout for Andrew in Milliways- and trying very hard to ignore the fact that he's got a container of Annie's baklava next to him that's probably large enough to qualify as a

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[precocioustilda]

Oh goodness.

"Seargent Wells," says Tilda, blinking. "I haven't seen you in a long time."

[milkbonesoldier]

"Hm? Oh- hallo, Tilda," says Wells, glancing up (he'd been going over a volume on blacksmithing, just to see what he needed to ask Hephaestos about). "Yeah, I've been a bit busy, I'm afraid. How've you been, eh?"

[precocioustilda]

"Turned seven, started attending university, met some terribly interesting people."

Beam!

"And you? How long's it been?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Christ, that means you've already got more schooling than I ever did," says Wells. "Tell you the truth, I don't really know how long it's been. Did I tell you about the Slayers and the Scythe yet? That's the biggest thing that happened lately."

[stilljustandrew]

*The smell of baklava, especially Annie's baklava, makes surprisingly effective Andrew-bait.*

*Here he comes now!*

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells glances up and raises a hand. "Hallo, Andrew," he calls to his cousin. "Thought I'd find you here sooner or later."

[stilljustandrew]

Hey, Harry! I was hoping to run into you.

Are we set?

[milkbonesoldier]

For answer, Harry holds upt he iron ring Hephaestos gave him.

"Ready as we'll ever be."