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[gris_bug_man]

Entomologist in the bar, complete with a no longer quite so wee little goddess.

He's been around, really. Just busy. Work, fatherhood, marriage, watching another friend get married. It all adds up.

At the moment, he's trying to convince his daughter that he doesn't need flowers on his head.

It might not be working.

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[command_dot_com]

She's only passing through for a good drink and some take-out tonight but she pauses and smiles, watching the little girl decorate her father. Georgia might recognize the lady, even if she's not made of cloth and cuddly anymore, and the dose of cute would do Dot some good.

[gris_bug_man]

Georgia recognizes her and squeals with delight. "Hi!"

[command_dot_com]

"Hi there!" Dot beams back at the little goddess. "How're you and your dad doing Georgia?"

Read as, are you going to limit the decorations to just your daddy?