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[river_meimei]

Today, it's the rafters for River.

From here, she can watch lots of things. Lots of people. (Some in particular.)

Hardly anyone looks up. People don't notice the substance of things.

"Hardly anyone," though, is not "no one." Especially around Milliways.

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[gonna_live]

Or if you happen to know River pretty well.

Kaylee tilts her head up. "Grapes down here with your name on 'em, if you want."

[river_meimei]

River blinks. At the grapes.

"I forgot a pen."

[gonna_live]

"Ink's bad for you anyway," Kaylee says wisely. "You interested?"

[river_meimei]

"Yes. We'll have to make it intramuscular."

Beat.

And a quick, conspiratorial grin.

River rolls to her feet, and begins the careful walk along her rafter to the top of Kaylee's booth.

[hcliffhuxtable]

Cliff? always looks up.
This has less to do with substance than the fact that he's had one too many things dropped on him from above, at home.
He waves. "Hi, there."

[river_meimei]

Cliff is a wise man.

River blinks back.

It's too long a moment before she says, a bit blankly, "You forgot the snakes."

Beat.

To his shoulder, "Hi."

[hcliffhuxtable]

"They'll be waiting. There's always more snakes." Nicely vague, but true, 'specially in Philadelphia.
"Are you okay up there?"

[river_meimei]

"The theological qualifiers are in defiance of macroevolutionary trends."

"I'm fine."