[Milliways: Suite 132]

[slayer_fray]

There's a whole lot of things that Mel used to take for granted that she didn't even know she was supposed to appreciate before they went. Not just the stamina for exercise and poise, but advantages to being the Slayer that she barely knew were because of her demon until she lost it

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[henry_jones_jr]

Boxer-short clad Indy is doing some shuffling of his own as he makes his way out of Lilly's bedroom at around this time, stretching and mussing his hand through some horribly angular hair. He looks bleary-eyed beyond tiredness—a bit hungover perhaps—but it's offset by a certain peaceful happiness. Yesterday there was a definite glow about him after he talked to Arithon. This morning, the effect is even more pronounced. He's even humming. It's not Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, but it might as well be.

"Morning, you."

He lets his hand trail lovingly over Mel's back as he passes, heading for the Advil drawer. Someone's getting surprise coffee in bed, and maybe breakfast if Indy can scrounge something up. But first: medication and rehydration.

[slayer_fray]

Lilly's room huh?

Mel raises an amused eyebrow, and brushes her hand along Indy's arm as it trails.

"Morning. Good night, was it?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Mmmhmm. Very."

Indy makes quick (un-Mike-like) work of the child safety cap on the pill bottle, and shakes a couple of tablets into his palm.

"You want coffee?"

[slayer_fray]

"If you're making," she replies, with a yawn. "Thanks."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Coming right up, hun."

He gets a glass of water and chugs the pills down, then moves the caraffe over to the sink.

"Hey. Guess what."

[slayer_fray]

Mel lowers the juice carton, and considers.

"You've found Slave Squeakins?"

[henry_jones_jr]

There's a moment of hesitation. Different Squeakins. Phew.

"No. Uh. He's missing?"

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah," Mel says with a resigned sigh. "Been missing for months now. We've got others, but they're just not the original."

[henry_jones_jr]

Water glugs from caraffe into the coffee machine reservoir.

"I'm sorry," he remarks solemnly. He knows how much the duckies mean to Mike and Mel. "I haven't seen him since..." squint, "actually, can't even remember. Didn't you have him as centrepiece at that Veronica-Wash party?"

[slayer_fray]

"The Veronica-Wash party?" Mel repeats, frowning as she slams the fridge door. "There was a Veronica-wash party?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Blink.

"Am I getting my party beneficiaries mixed up?"

So many parties. So many drunken hazes.

[slayer_fray]

"Dunno," she says. "We haven't had a party here since Mike's birthday. Uh, the one you were here for. You missed the last one."

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy's face falls.

"Shit."

"Mike's April Birthday. Ugh."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs, wrapping an arm around him.

"Don't worry about it. We were in Disneyland."

[henry_jones_jr]

"I know. But still..."

He sighs.

"I gotta get him something, at least."

[slayer_fray]

"You're here," Mel points out quietly. "That's enough."