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[pc_cooper]

It had been just another boring day for Gwen Cooper. She woke up, ate breakfast, kissed Rhys goodbye, went to work, called Rhys to tell him she'd be late coming home (something about paperwork and he sighed and was quiet for a moment and she whispered that she loved him, and she'd back soon, she promised), and went out to dinner with Andy and a few

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[tin_foaly]

And she is, therefor, bothered.

By a 3-foot-tall centaur in a tinfoil hat prodding her with what appears to be... a short copper pipe.

"Pardon me," he says in a thick Irish accent, "have you got a moment?"

[pc_cooper]

She glances at the pipe, about to tell him off for being rude like that...and then realises what it's connected to.

Her already big eyes widen more. And she stammers a bit. "Uh...uh...ye--yes?"

[tin_foaly]

"Fabulous!" He grins at her broadly, buck teeth showing. "I happened by and saw you sitting here. I thought you might be in need of my card."

He reaches a furry hand into the pocket of his lab coat and hands her a shiny card.

"Do have a very nice day," he beams, tipping his hat at her before.... disappearing into thin air.

The card reads:

CONGRATULATIONS!
You have a certified
Nice Ass!

[pc_cooper]

"........" Gwen stares at the card, brow furrowed, mouth open slightly. "...the hell?"

Fucking Milliways. Indeed.

She pockets the card. :)

[nitro_is_ace]

"Magic, if y'don't knock that off, y'goin' t'get y'daft nose blown right off y'face. Honest. Or at least y'll get zapped. Y'don't want t'be zapped, do you?" Asks an apparent Londoner from a nearby booth.

The dog (a very lanky doberman, looking rather put out) evidently does not, actually, want her nose zapped (or at least understands the tone of voice well enough to know that mum is working on something that Shall Not Be Interrupted) and flops on the wood floor, spreading out as much as she can.

Maybe if she trips someone, they'll give her food. It's a viable theory.

[pc_cooper]

[soooo sorry. you tagged right as i was dying/taking a nap. D:]

Gwen glances over at the dog and the dog's owner, smiling softly at them as she sips at her tea. How sweet!

[nitro_is_ace]

Magic is very sweet. Extremely sweet. The epitome, even, of sweet.

Also, starving.

...

Really.

The doberman makes sad puppy eyes at Gwen, not daring to go into her more extreme routine for fear mum will catch on.

[pc_cooper]

Gwen makes a sad face back at the dog, and breaks off a bit of the biscuit that came with her tea, holding it low and offering it.

S'not a chocolatey one, of course.