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[andalsoacts]

Harriet inna bar!

Flipping through the colored pages of a sketch, she settles in a chair and says, "Wine?" to the nearest waitrat.

There's nothing so good as fresh pages and alcohol.

She is easily botherable.

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[igottawrite]

[[ooc: OH MAN. I really want to tag this, but I am completely useless for the night. Will this still be good tomorrow, possibly?]]

[andalsoacts]

[ooc: absolutely! Just ping me when you're ready! *dances* Matt /Harry thread!]

[igottawrite]

[[ooc: Well stated! My thoughts exactly! \o/]]

[igottawrite]

Nothing?

Really, nothing?

Not even the writer of said fresh pages?

"Tell me you don't need that to make it funnier," Matt says, stopping by the table with his hands in pockets.

[andalsoacts]

Dryly, Harriet says, "I like the bit about the tree. And you've given Tom some really funny lines."

[igottawrite]

"Are you saying that because I'm making you play the straight man or are you saying that because you want more funny lines?"

Matt doesn't need to be invited to swing out the other chair and sit down in it, right?

[andalsoacts]

Pursing her lips, Harriet says, "Why do I always have to play the straight man?"

She's not whining. Ok, she's whining a little.

Matt never needs an invite!