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[didntmakeitout]

Fact: In Doc Potter's arms is a remarkably runty little demon rabbit.

Fact: Doc Potter's hands are suffering from first-degree burns, and his sleeves are singed.

Fact: The demon bunny is, even more remarkably, asleep, and has a muzzle firmly affixed on its snout.

Fact: Doc Potter looks about thisclose to conking out.

Fact: Never before in his life has

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[will_scarlett]

Will moves down the Bar towards Doc Potter,

"Ye want somethin' to drink while yer rabbit's restin', sir?"

He's not quite sure that's a demon bunny but won't ask just yet.

[didntmakeitout]

Said (there's no better word for it) quite plaintively:

"I'd love a drink."

[will_scarlett]

"What's yer pleasure? An 'rhaps could find ye somethin' to keep the wee one in."

[didntmakeitout]

"Uh - bourbon? A -- I don't know -- basket or something might be good, too."

[will_scarlett]

"Course."

The bourbon takes a bit, Will knows the whiskeys better but finds a good one for Doc Potter which he pours out. Then he starts looking and finally the rats offer up a little basket with an old kitchen rag in it,

"Think this should work for ye. Is that a wee demon rabbit?"

[didntmakeitout]

"Thanks," Doc responds, with something like relief, depositing the rabbit in the basket.

"Y-yeah. Runt of the litter, I think."

[will_scarlett]

"Where'd ye find 'em?"

Unspoken is why in the world are you taking care of him.

[didntmakeitout]

"Out by the lake," Doc replies.

"I, um. I don't think the pack really wanted him anymore."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, that's kind o'ye then. 'ope 'e 'asna given ye too much trouble."

[didntmakeitout]

"He's certainly done a lot with the time he's had," he remarks, holding up his reddened hands as proof.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, 'e 'as. Might be able to find ye somethin' cool for yer 'ands too."

[didntmakeitout]

"That would be excellent."

He feels like he's being a bit of an inconvenience but one good turn deserves another, right?

[will_scarlett]

Will searches and soon returns with an ice pack and something for sun burn,

"Na sure what this is 'xactly but think it might be o'some aid. Dinna think we've met 'fore, I'm Will Scarlett."

[didntmakeitout]

"Thanks," he mumbles, as he takes what Will offers.

"Doc Potter. Pleased t' meet you."

[will_scarlett]

"Potter, ye any relation to 'arry Potter from England?"

[didntmakeitout]

"Uh."

Beat.

"Don't believe so."