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[sorryimatwat]

Owen's been meaning to check out the infirmary, and tonight seems as good a time as any.

Not right away, though.  He'll have a quick drink or two first.

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[nitro_is_ace]

He'll have to put up with someone in a damnable good mood, though. Americans (sometimes) have the best holidays. A whole day dedicated to explosions (and other things, sometimes) has put her in a good enough mood to argue cheerfully and at length with Bar about the nutritional worthiness of a chocolate milkshake and samosas as a lunch.

She's losing, but she doesn't care. It's the principle of the thing.

[sorryimatwat]

He glances at her sideways, a little bemused by her dedication to the idea.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is presented with a veggie platter for her efforts. It doesn't even have a dip tastier than ranch on it.
"That," She informs the hardwood in front of her sternly, "Is just not on. How 'bout if I trade out the milkshake for a fruit smoothie? That buy me any points, or are y'just made of evil t'day?"

[sorryimatwat]

"Likes to feed you right, does she?" Owen asks idly. "Quite right too."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Likes t'remind me she controls the chocolate stash around here. That, an' that I shouldn't give her grief. Do anyway, s'not like I can't get food at home."

Which is uniformly vegetarian.

Sometimes, Ace can't win.

Doesn't mean she doesn't try anyway. She grins crookedly at Owen.
"Takin' her side then? She isn't bribin' you with a free round, is she? 'Cause that's even less fair than usin' veggie platters."

[sorryimatwat]

"...not yet, she's not." He looks speculatively at the wooden surface. "Might be worth a try sometime. Owen Harper."

[nitro_is_ace]

"I'm Ace." And at least she doesn't advertise that fact on the back of her coat anymore - she's moved on to school patches. She'll never outgrow her beloved bepatched coat. "Y'new then, or have I just been terribly unobservant?"

[sorryimatwat]

"Newish", he half-corrects. "Been in a couple of times, but it's not just you."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Not just. Terribly kind of y'there." She snickers, snagging a carrot from the veggie plater that has yet to disappear. "Y'seem t'be adjustin' well."

[sorryimatwat]

"Yeah, well." He grins crookedly. "I've seen stranger."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Well... yeah. Most of the time this place manages to approximate a normal pub. An' the curry's been safe for ages." Good to know, right? She could leave it there, but, you know. Curiosity and cats.
"So what's stranger, then?"

[sorryimatwat]

"...the curry wasn't safe?" He pauses to consider her question. "Shoplifting blowfish. Kleptos, the whole species."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Turned people into cows. Admittedly, I never saw the cows, but folk were quite vocal about it for some time." She shrugs. Frankly, if becoming a bit bovine for a few hours is the worst of your problems...

"... Blowfish." She blinks at him, but more thoughtfully than shocked. "Must be young ones."

[sorryimatwat]

"I'd have liked to see that", he says, amused, then nods. "S'pose so. They come to Earth and joyride."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Stick around for Halloween. It's a touch predictable, I suppose, f'strange things t'happen on Halloween, but at least it only lasts a couple nights." A second carrot is taken. What? Hungry pyros have to eat something. "Joyride... what, boats out of the harbor?" Ace has not yet had the pleasure of dealing with a blowfish directly. She's just heard rumors. Lots of.

[sorryimatwat]

"I'll remember that." And point and laugh. "Boats, cars, anything they can get hold of. They've got legs."