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[herbal_waitress]

It's hard to write music without a guitar, but Maria's trying anyway, curled up in a chair in their place in the Staff Quarters, scribbling illegible notations on paper acquired from Bar.

The bebe, as usual, is not far away.

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[rebelheartalien]

Michael is still covered in archive-dust when he comes in, after the detour to talk to Faith.

He leans on the back of her chair. "What're you working on?"

[herbal_waitress]

"New song."

Maria displays the illegible, then looks up at him and makes a face.

"You're all dirty. Have you been crawling around under furniture or something?"

[rebelheartalien]

"Cool. Nah, I was in the palace, looking some stuff up. Archives there look like nobody's touched them in years."

[herbal_waitress]

"Well, so do you, now."

She smirks at him. "'Course we both know that's not true."