Martha has had her hands full trying to watch out for Remus. He's sleeping, again, so deeply that she thinks it might be alright for her to slip out long enough to get a cup of coffee (with scotch. It's become her new favorite drink.)
She's on her way back with the mug in hand when she passes Mathias' table and the pie and gallon of ice cream distract her.
Martha raises an eyebrow at the spread, with a small, amused smile.
"Good. Metaphorical." She takes a sip of her alcoholic coffee. "For a second I was afraid the Rift was starting to do more than one major thing to the ones that wander through it."
"Nah." He takes another bite. "My... my best friend's kind of... I don't know. I don't know how to deal with him anymore half the time, which is really not normal for me."
He looks honestly upset about it, too. Just a little, though. Because he's good at covering it.
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She's on her way back with the mug in hand when she passes Mathias' table and the pie and gallon of ice cream distract her.
Martha raises an eyebrow at the spread, with a small, amused smile.
"Hungry?"
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He pauses, and remembers where he is.
"Metaphorically speaking, I mean."
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Almost.
"Good. Metaphorical." She takes a sip of her alcoholic coffee. "For a second I was afraid the Rift was starting to do more than one major thing to the ones that wander through it."
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He looks honestly upset about it, too. Just a little, though. Because he's good at covering it.
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