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[mister_hatter]

I'm out of sugar.

You just volunteered to help me scavenge some.

[Yes, you, whoever is listening.]

I'm looking at you in particular, nephew.

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[neverquitedies]

People gave me a lot when I confused it with salt, a few months ago. I might still have some left.

[Curious face.]

[mister_hatter]

I might steal it. You won't notice.

[neverquitedies]

Probably not. I think Horst would, though.

[mister_hatter]

He eats food?

[neverquitedies]

Have you seen the man drink?

[mister_hatter]

...ah. I vaguely remember something-

[neverquitedies]

I can bring over the sugar, though. I don't mind the trip.

[mister_hatter]

Please do. I'll put on the tea.

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[neverquitedies]

He's all bundled up when he makes it there, for once- Horst is able to nag him into dressing warm, at least- and Yuca knocks on the door politely, a small basket under one arm.

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[mister_hatter]

[Break answers the door with a smile.]

Come in, come in.

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[neverquitedies]

[Stepping inside and pushing his scarf down so he can speak freely.]

It's good to see you again.

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[mister_hatter]

It is.

[Even after everything, Break has never really managed to hate him. He moves to kiss his cheek.]

How are the children?

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[neverquitedies]

[He lets him, but doesn't move to hug him afterward.]

As rambunctious as ever.

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[mister_hatter]

Of course.

[Smiling, as he goes to put on the tea.]

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[neverquitedies]

How have you been?

[You know. Since Yuca pretty much broke your heart. :\]

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[mister_hatter]

Day by day.

[He wheezes a laugh. Break is a good sport about it... but yeah.]