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[balletrat]

*Meg's been shuttling between the Threshold and the House of Arch, mostly, for the past few days, with occasional stops to check about her lost coffee mug; it's only this morning that she's stopped by the bar long enough to receive a letter.An executive decision: Family politics might make it awkward to read in the Threshold, and the main bar is a

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[stilljustandrew]

*The door opens. Andrew comes in, an empty duffel slung over his shoulder, and stops when he sees her.*

Meg?

What is it?

[balletrat]

*Meg looks up, with a quick answering smile.*

- well, that was never a question.

[stilljustandrew]

*He leans over to drop a kiss on her temple.*

Never.