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[bohemian_mark]

"Listen. I don't like this as much as you do, but we have to do this. I have to get home

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[faithful_slayer]

Faith's sitting at a table, holding a baby.

The baby, like Faith, is blue.

She's feeding it with a bottle.

Think about that one for a minute, Mark.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark just has dots. Lots of them. "Um. He's cute." Beat. "I think it's a he."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith looks up at him, grinning. "Mark, hi. Yeah, this is my son, Rath. Rath, this is your Uncle Mark."

The baby gurgles cutely.

[bohemian_mark]

"Oh, well, hi, Rath." Mark reaches over and touches a little baby hand. "You're adorable."

[mitanarchist]

Familiar looking anarchist, stage right. "Door came back?"

[bohemian_mark]

"Broke the padlock off. I think I was supposed to talk to Benny more, but oh well." He shrugs. "Went out and came back, though. There might be some strange shit in the fridge, but this is not part of it."

[mitanarchist]

"Think that's what Bar gave Angel the first time he came in. Fucking timelines."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark blinks and stares at the tupperware. "I've always wondered where the hell it came from. Roger was actually remarking about it the other day, even."

[the_antiangst]

"Now that you mention it, it has been a little drafty in here today." Angel's teasing. Really.
And then he looks up. "Oh, so that's what happened to that Tupperware."

[bohemian_mark]

"I'd always wondered where it came from." Mark makes a bit of a face and shrugs.

[the_antiangst]

"Apparently, it's what happens when you ask Bar to hold on to your leftovers until you leave."
Why, no, that's not the voice of experience. Why do you ask?

[bohemian_mark]

Mark makes dots at it. "Well, then. Do you want it back?"