Office 19, Tuesday

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Bob was snoring softly on the end of Glinda's desk, where "he" lay in a plastic ball. Next to him, a plate of chocolate chip peanut butter cookies sat, waiting.

Glinda was busy drinking tea and wondering why the hell she'd been asleep this entire weekend. Now she had two topics to cover on Friday

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Minsc had mostly blamed the rousing adventure he'd had all through last week (and the subsequent conks to the head that were involved, as could be expected) for having almost entirely forgotten about cookies and hamster meetings. Boo, of course, clearly very eager to make new hamster friends, had not forgotten and had graciously reminded Minsc in his special miniature giant space hamster fashion, which could not be explained, but only accepted as fact that that was how it happened.

"Lady Glinda!" Minsc appeared in the doorway with his usual brusque, jolly greeting, uncaring if anything was being interrupted. "Hullo! And may I presume that to be our Sir Bob in the bubble there?"

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"Yes, although he does not seem to be very excited," Glinda said, poking the ball.

Bob got up, yawned, and blinked. Hey, another hamster in the room!

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"Or maybe," Minsc suggested brightly, "he was too excited and grew faint from overstimulation! Say hello to Sir Bob, Boo!"

And, promptly, Minsc thrust out his hand, holding poor Boo, for the hamster to do just that.

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Glinda beamed, and Bob was moved from "his" ball to the desk.

Bob looked Boo over quizzically. If the littler hamster's face had been designed with eyebrows, one would have been raised in an expression of "This is what all the fuss was about?"