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[dexter_morgan]

Dexter's been holed up in his room for the past few days, coming down only to ask the bar for some peculiar things a bit at a time before heading back up. A new shirt, for one. Books you can't find on Earth. A DNA kit, a screwdriver, and a giant carton of red licorice, among other things

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[yuppie_trash]

He is settled at the bar, also taking part in watching the patrons. The ones that pass by about their business, and the ones (like the gentleman with the red licorice) sitting around with seemingly nothing better to do.

With a glass half-filled with a foreign sparkling (no doubt sluiced off the side of a glacier so that he could spend twenty dollars for what should be a simple bottle of) water, he idly wonders if Dexter knows how many calories (140) are in just two of those.

[dexter_morgan]

Dexter is very unlikely to care how many calories are in his licorice. In fact, he even has a vague but alarming understanding of just how many real ingredients are not included in the chemicals licorice he's eating (including any actual amount of licorice), and he doesn't care much about that, either.

Point is, they're tasty.

Now, if you could tell him how many calories are in a pint of blood, he'd be fascinated to know.

[yuppie_trash]

( one unit of blood reflects about 600 calories of food intake. A pint can off-set either 2 hamburgers, 3 donuts, or 5 granola bars.)

An empty smile is offered as he looks elsewhere.

[dexter_morgan]

((ooc: Really? :O))

Dexter glances at the man, receiving his smile...and does a double-take, just as the man looks away.

Dexter could spot another killer a mile away. This one is only halfway across the bar.

He gets up, tucking his present and his licorice under an arm, grabs his drink, and settles down at the seat next to the other man.

He holds out his container of licorice. "Want some?" he asks pleasantly.

[sime_channel]

"Hi, Dexter." Suzi smiles at him, and waves, from her comfortable seat not facing the fire. She rather likes the fact that it doesn't face the fire.

[dexter_morgan]

Dexter smiles and waves back.

"Hi, Suzi. How's it going?"

[sime_channel]

"Pretty good. Whistler isn't crazy anymore, someone from my future showed up and says that by her time there is a government that doesn't encourage Junctness, and I'm researching vasectomies and tubal ligations." She informs him, "How are you?"

[dexter_morgan]

"Wow. That's quite a list you have going. Me? I've just been a bit of a hermit, lately. Working on a personal project, but I doubt I'll get it done any time soon. Every little bit helps, right?"