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Ellen slips into the main room of the Bar with Dogmeat in tow and heads over to the Bar. "I don't suppose there are any records or anything on file that have to do with a place called Paradise Falls?" she says tentatively.
The item that pops up is a brochure about a vast and sprawling new shopping mall being built within easy driving distance of DC. Lots of artists' conceptions, lots of clip art, no photographs.
"Somehow," Ellen says resignedly, "that doesn't surprise me. Okay, could I please just have some dinner and some meat and water for Dogmeat here?"
That gets provided, although Ellen's not entirely sure what the heap of brown, sliced meat mixed with bits of slender green vegetable and chunks of orange vegetable on her plate is supposed to be. Smells all right, though, so she finds a table, gives Dogmeat his supper and water, and sets herself to working on the... whatever it is.
The item that pops up is a brochure about a vast and sprawling new shopping mall being built within easy driving distance of DC. Lots of artists' conceptions, lots of clip art, no photographs.
"Somehow," Ellen says resignedly, "that doesn't surprise me. Okay, could I please just have some dinner and some meat and water for Dogmeat here?"
That gets provided, although Ellen's not entirely sure what the heap of brown, sliced meat mixed with bits of slender green vegetable and chunks of orange vegetable on her plate is supposed to be. Smells all right, though, so she finds a table, gives Dogmeat his supper and water, and sets herself to working on the... whatever it is.