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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan, as it happens, is not much in the habit of staying in Milliways for long periods of time, particularly not in his human shape.

The situation being what it is, however, he has made very little protest about being escorted to one of said bar's rooms.

Give it a few days, mayhap.

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[river_meimei]

Apparently, Galadan's goal of the week is to make the Loompas launder as many bloody Milliways towels as possible.

There are worse aims. (And River is fresh out of handkerchiefs.)

Having fetched everything -- in a couple of trips, because River has to take care when carrying things that aren't weaponry or very hard to damage -- she settles down crosslegged on the bed, tucking bare feet beneath her, and bends over to fetch her fruit salad.

mmmm, kiwi. Galadan can keep the bloody venison.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan is perfectly content with the division of foodstuffs as it now stands. River is welcome to all the fruit she likes.

As for the Wolflord, once he has made his way through most of the meat, he wipes off his fingertips, cleans off his knife, and pushes his plate away.

He'll wait for River to finish her own meal before speaking.

Out loud, at least.

[river_meimei]

River's mostly done with hers; she's to the point of desultorily poking at the last few blueberries with her chopsticks.

They're apparently interesting. If you're River.

[wolflord_andain]

"You are well, I hope?"

His brows are lifted in an expression of polite interest.

Just in case anyone should be observing.

"And Mary, too, of course."

[river_meimei]

River directs a look of affectionate tolerance at the last slice of kiwi in her takeout container.

"Everybody's shiny."

"She had soup. It's a precursor to sleep."

And now that it's morning, Mary has a bar full of opportunities to acquire food, hang out with friends, and ignore human beings in favor of her greenhouse.

[wolflord_andain]

"Good."

And if one corner of his mouth should tilt ever-so-faintly upward --

What of it?

[river_meimei]

River is surely entirely oblivious.

Yes.

That.

That's why she looks satisfied, no doubt.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan just barely stifles a laugh.

There is not much point in it, really.

It's not like River doesn't already know.

[river_meimei]

"Gonna fuss," River warns him, amiably.

About Mary.

('Fuss' may have a few definitions here, but Galadan doesn't actually need this warning. All it takes is knowing Mary Lennox.)

[wolflord_andain]

"Yes, well."

One eyebrow remains arched.

"Provided we lack an audience, I suppose I shall cope."

[river_meimei]

River rolls her eyes. Affectionately!

Galadan may feel free to choose who the intended target is.

She eats a blueberry, idly. (Mm, blueberry.) "You're very brave," she agrees.

[wolflord_andain]

"I might have thought that went without saying."

As if to prove his point, he steals one of her blueberries.

Carefully. Almost as if moving too fast will set his head to throbbing again.

[river_meimei]

It's certainly coincidence if River happens to nudge the container closer to him, too.

"We'll call it redundancy."

[wolflord_andain]

"How very generous."

And speaking of generous --

He'll take another blueberry, thank you very much.

[river_meimei]

River, of course, beams.

She is the soul of generosity! How kind of Galadan to notice.

[wolflord_andain]

Some things Galadan is not at all inclined to miss.

Very few of those have anything to do with blueberries, strangely enough.