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[dalekity]

Dalek hasn't been seen in the bar, for some time.

Possibly this is because it has been devising new and wonderful methods to help patrons through their problems? But probably not.

Still, it's downstairs now, by a booth, with a sign.

FREE COUNSELLING. FREE. FREE. FREE.

It's free.

[And the mun must now reluctantly ask for no new threads, for

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[puckishly]

Puck appears, eyes wide and curious.

"Counseling?"

[puckishly]

Puck jumps, making a noise that could be best described as Eeurgh.

"Cut it out?" he says.

Eww! "I had thought something somewhat less ... invasive, perhaps. The salutary potential seems dubious."

[dalekity]

"Have you thought about killing the catfish, then? And comforting her in her grief."

[puckishly]

Puck brightens.

"That seems quite a sensible alternative," he says. "Perhaps we might even fry it up for our supper. I should tell her it was trout."

What a wise, if discomfitingly metallic, little dude!

[dalekity]

"I am very glad to be of help."

[puckishly]

Puck rises fluidly, patting the Dalek on the head. (Or what he assumes is the head. Does that blue light thing count as an eye?)

"You do very well," he says kindly. "I shall be sure to seek your counsel again, if the need arises."

[dalekity]

"Please make sure to do so."