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[treadingdawn]

War is completely needless when taking pleasure in the sound of your own voice.


Captain Barbossa, I will be able to continue working on the Black Swann tomorrow.

Kara, I hope that you are doing well. It seems Turkish Delights are infectious.

Pevensies, I brought tea.

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Knock knock!

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That is a noble aspiration.

[It makes him smile, if briefly. But why throw the steak away!]

I appreciate the outlook, nurse.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She smiles, but it's different, softer maybe.]

It is. He's a great man.

[Shakes that off. No one wants to eat a steak with your blood all on it, Cas!]

I'm hardly a nurse. I've just got a little brother. I've seen a couple nose bleeds. You want me to make up a cot somewhere, if you're tired?

Knock knock!

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I would believe it.

[He nods. Oh come on once you cook the steak the bacteria's all gone right?]

Whatever is most convenient for you, either this room or even the floor.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[If you want the steak, then it's right there in the trashcan, waiting. Claire, on the other hand, is going to go about getting blankets.]

There's a... sofa-thing in my room, but I think Peter and Mohinder would probably have separate but equally great heart attacks if they found you in there. The couch is probably the best idea.

Knock knock!

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[Ahaha, no thanks. He's not roughing it in the woods, no need to salvage.]

Then I will accept your couch.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She's fretting. Let her fret. A couple pillows and blankets from the closet at least.]

Mohinder hasn't complained, so I think it's pretty comfortable.

[Mr Muggles comes trotting downstairs to sniff.]

If he bothers you, just ignore him. He'll go away.

Knock knock!

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[Fine fine! He doesn't mind getting pillows and a blanket either.]

Who? Oh... I am sure we'll be all right.

[Caspian is tall and that thing is not. Hah.]

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She'll tuck him in if he's not careful. Or. No. Because that would be weird. Claire tosses the blankets and pillows on the couch and hands him the ice pack.]

This'll stay cold for a while, and I'll be just up the stairs if you need anything, okay?

[Sees Mr Muggles and Caspian standoff.]

Don't step on him.

Knock knock!

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[Taking the ice pack, getting settled.]

I very much appreciate this, Claire. Thank you.

[Another look at the strange little dog. It reminds him of a court spaniel, only even smaller.]

I won't.

Knock knock!

[adamantined]

[She smiles and starts heading for the stairs.]

Stop that.

[Claire stands where she can see Muggles and Caspian and tries not to laugh.]

Night, Caspian.

Knock knock!

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[He's about to apologize and profess gratitude again but stops himself!]

Goodnight, Claire.

[A smile. Just wait till she finds them in the morning. His chest is a good sleeping place for little dogs.]