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[scots_wolf]

[[OOM: This is NOT MY DOG!!!That hangover just won't go away. His head is splitting, and he feels deeply feverish

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[not_his_pa]

William's back to feeling like himself and smiles when he sees Urquhart and his dog,

"Hello. Didn't know you had a dog."

[scots_wolf]

Nice young fellow.

But Buliwyf doesn't know him.

"I thought I had a different one," he says.

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, what's his name?"

William offers his hand to the dog, he currently smells rather horsey.

[scots_wolf]

The dog wags his entire backside with friendly enthusiasm.

"My dog is called Garm, but this is not my dog," Buliwyf says. "He still answers to the name."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine is feeling quite a bit better, today. Well enough to get back to baking, at least.

There may be a young red-head setting a large plate of cinnamon rolls and cran-paradise on the coffee table in front of UrquhartBuliwyf's couch, definitely an offering to him.

A thanks and an apology.

[scots_wolf]

"You baking smells good," Buliwyf comments. She is a stranger, but seems friendly and accommodating.

[sunbaked_baker]

"You sound surprised," she grins, straightening. "Flu or not, two weeks isn't enough for me to get out of practice."

"I wanted to thank you. I'm not exactly easy to deal with, sometimes, but you showed great restraint in not throwing me out a window."

She would have wanted to throw herself out a window, at some points during the illness.

[scots_wolf]

"I rarely throw women out of windows," Buliwyf answers.

She talks as if she knew him. But as far as he knows, she can't.

"Do you know somebody named Holmes?"