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Wes is rather pleased to see Milliways instead of his apartment. He's always pleased to see Milliways, really, because this doesn't happen nearly as often as it should.
He heads straight for Bar, but before he can order his usual whiskey, a cake appears -- chocolate-frosted and covered in (lit) candles.
He stares at it for a long moment, then dutifully counts.
Yep. Thirty-five.
"Great, yeah. Now I'm a fire hazard. I love you, too."
He heads straight for Bar, but before he can order his usual whiskey, a cake appears -- chocolate-frosted and covered in (lit) candles.
He stares at it for a long moment, then dutifully counts.
Yep. Thirty-five.
"Great, yeah. Now I'm a fire hazard. I love you, too."