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[doyousmellfudge]

Certain times of year are busier than others, in the Warehouse. Not necessarily holidays, as one might expect. Oh, sure, there tends to be a spike in Artifact activity around Halloween, Christmas, and a few saints' days--but there's also one when Mercury is in retrograde, and when the third moon of Saturn is aligned with the Vermillion Bird of the

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[doesntsaymuch]

Teller knows that it's just a matter of time before people start to figure out who the big, loud new guy is, and more importantly who he associates with.

So here's Teller, pre-emptively making an effort to come off as the more friendly of the two. Sure, it may be a little difficult with some of people he's already managed to piss off and/or annoy, but he's got several boxes of doughnuts to show that he's at least making an effort.

Here you go, Artie. Have two, if you want.

[doyousmellfudge]

...

Artie finds himself torn. On the one hand, he's slightly suspicious of any free food, particularly here in Milliways; he's heard stories about such things. On the other hand, donuts.

[doesntsaymuch]

Sigh.

They're perfectly safe. Teller even demonstrates this by eating one.

He's going to gain thirty pounds at this rate, if he has to prove to everyone that they're just doughnuts.

He would, however, advise Artie not to accept free food from the other guy that dresses like him. If he were inclined to advise people of anything, that is.

[doyousmellfudge]

Sorry, Teller, you're dealing with a man for whom paranoia is a way of life. It's the reason he's survived this long.

Artie hesitates a moment longer before grabbing a glazed donut and taking a big bite.