Attired in standard faculty robes, Stephen Maturin stands behind a long table at the head of the potions classroom, waiting for the class to come to order. He is in no great hurry, but when one or two conversations trickle over into the silence that otherwise falls over the room, he gives the assembled students a look that raises a "shhh" from the
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Daniel himself was wondering if someone might loan him some clothes, or if he could somehow sneak out and buy some before tomorrow night. BDU's, even clean and pressed ones, didn't exactly scream 'romantic dinner date'.
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She started working on trying to powder her pile of shredded roots. "On second thought, I'm not sure if this reminds me more of chemistry or cooking. I think I made a dessert like this once."
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"I knew there was a reason stone tools became obsolete," he muttered, wincing. He considered sticking the finger in his mouth, but thought better of it--he didn't really want to know what would happen if he did. "This kind of thing was made for people with doctors' hands," he said, glancing at Janet's small fingers. "It certainly wasn't made for mine."
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"Yeah, but then they'd need a doctor, wouldn't they?" he asked, looking sidelong at her and smiling. "There's always a silver lining."
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