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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar, complete with tutu (mildly stretched), fedora (in pristine condition), and cloak (white flower attached) and looks around for coffee.*

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[empath_wiggin]

Val, being the semi-psychic person she is, walks over to her with a cup of coffee on a tray. "Coffee, Meg? You look like you could use something to drink."

[balletrat]

*Meg beams.* Yes, I definitely could. Thanks, Val, you're a mind-reader . . .

*She picks up the cup and downs it happily.* Mmm. Not quite as good as Lucifer's, but the bar makes awfully good coffee for all that. Thanks!

[empath_wiggin]

[ooc: In another continuity from the Nick-thread....]

Val chuckles and shrugs. "Sorry my coffee isn't up to snuff. I guess I should take coffee lessons from Lucifer then?"

[balletrat]

[OOC: Yay Millitime!]

*Meg giggles.* I dunno, Val, I think the Satanic temptation bit just comes in useful when making really good coffee. Mere non-Satanic mortals just have to do their best . . . but on the bright side, you're not the incarnation of Absolute Evil, so that's all good.

[giftedthom]

*glances nervously at Meg; is big ol' faker*

[balletrat]

*Meg beams at Thom.* Still limping?

[giftedthom]

*is not Todd* That's me. A limper.

*limps over to her Igor-style*

[toddbaby]

Todd, sitting at a table near the back of the bar with his homework, glancing idly up at Igor-Thom. The faintest, lightning-quick flicker of a smirk plays across his lips as he turns a page.