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[parkerlee]

[OOM: The only problem with sleeping over is that sometimes the Door to Milliways stalks you.]Even though she’s never been an overly religious person, Parker does take a moment to thank God that she grabbed Luke’s shirt on the way to the kitchen this morning. She may be bare-footed and bed-headed, but at least she’s decently covered from her throat

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[ever_noteful]

"That would seem to be a new look for you," Meg says.

[parkerlee]

Parker clears her throat and does her best to look dignified.

"It's sort of a minimalist thing," she says.

For summer. Good ventilation, this outfit.

[ever_noteful]

"Very clean lines," Meg says, solemnly.

"And how is Luke?"

[parkerlee]

Parker smiles fondly.

"Cursing the dawn. Or would be if he were more awake."

She glances down to what amounts of her outfit.

"I was heading out to put the coffee on."

[real_or_notreal]

Peeta's first glance is a little startled. Then it shifts to an oh my. Settling into something he tries to affect as polite, even if his eyes might be a little bright with the surprise still.

"Evening."

[parkerlee]

Parker, determined to make this just another Milliways visit, raises her glass of orange juice in a brief salute.

"Morning," she says.

She reaches idly up with one hand and tries to smooth her hair into something resembling order.

"Nice day. Night. Thing."

[real_or_notreal]

She's decidedly confident, isn't she. Peeta can't help the smile, in spite of really...everything. He raised his cup of tea, earthen-ware and warm.

"It never does seem to be the same anywhere, does it?"

[parkerlee]

Parker's stock in trade. She's never really been what you might call a shrinking violet.

"Milliways Bar. Serving up multidimensional jet lag, 24/7."

"Unless, of course, you're from a world without twenty-four hour days. Or seven day weeks."

Parker smiles a bit sheepishly.

"But I'll be needing coffee before I get into alternate world time calculations."