[In Room #305]

[auroryborealis]

Rory leads the way into the room, still holding Logan by one hand and cradling Vladdie in her opposite arm.

She sets the puppy down in his corner, and goes to get a snack for him.

"Want anything?" she asks Logan, pulling a baby bottle of cow's blood out of the mini-fridge.

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[psycho_jackass]

Logan peers at the bottle of blood. "Is that all you've got?" he asks.

[auroryborealis]

"No, I have..." she rummages for a second, "soda and water and Gatorade too. And there's always coffee."

[psycho_jackass]

"Soda's good," Logan says. "So, what happened today?"

[auroryborealis]

Rory sighs and pulls two cans of Coke out of the fridge along with Vladdie's bottle, which she sets by the puppy's nodding head.

"My dad forgot my birthday," she says, shrugging as she walks over to Logan. "Which I really should be used to, at this point. He's not real big on involvement unless he can get something out of it."

Her mouth twists in a wry smile as she hands him his drink. "But I got mad, and I probably shouldn't have."