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Kim is tucking something into an inner jacket pocket when she slips into Milliways today, and is therefore surprised by the bar. Not complaining, though -- London's only getting colder, and the idea of food that won't cost her any money makes her stomach grumble appreciatively.
When she approaches Bar, a plate with a hunk of bread and cheese on it appears, along with her tray and towel. One of the passing waitrats gives her a sharp look and a squeak.
"I'm goin'," she mutters to it, grabbing the food in one hand and the tray in the other. You'd think this place was busier than Covent Garden, the way some folks harp on.
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When she approaches Bar, a plate with a hunk of bread and cheese on it appears, along with her tray and towel. One of the passing waitrats gives her a sharp look and a squeak.
"I'm goin'," she mutters to it, grabbing the food in one hand and the tray in the other. You'd think this place was busier than Covent Garden, the way some folks harp on.
[tinytag: aaron stampler]