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"Just this once! Then you can get it yourself next time." * * * She thanked him, climbing up to her seat.
"Hopefully they'll be good," he agreed. After a moment, he spoke again. "So, uh, Anya. How are you enjoying the ship so far?" Anya glanced up,...
"Just let me do this, you goof," he said, picking her up playfully. * * * She locked the door behind her and followed him, looking very curious.
"Besides from the stuff for everyone, I got some tea, dried herbs... I don't know how good they are, though."
"Well, jokes on you," he said, moving swiftly past her. "You don't know where the glasses are." * * * She brightened, grabbing her bag and...
He squinted before sitting back down, returning to his food.
"I can get you a glass," he said, standing up as well. * * * Gwen opened the door, wearing her pajamas.
He squinted before rolling his eyes. "Don't be stubborn. Of course I found you something."
"At least drink some water...?" * * * (ZOoP{!?)
"Oh, don't fret, Jules," he said, that playfulness under his voice. "I didn't get you anything."
He squinted before sitting back down slowly. "...okay..." * * * She couldn't seem to stop smiling at him. "See you tomorrow. Eight o'clock."
The Berdling's eyes drifted closed again and it purred under his touch. "He fell asleep in my lap on the way home," Trevor commented, resting...
He frowned, looking down at her. "Are you sure?" * * * She beamed, watching him with a delighted air of surprise. "Oh... okay...!"
The Berdling made a noise almost a mix between a frog croak and a purr, tipping his head back to look up at Basel sleepily.
"I'd imagine," he said sympathetically. "Do you want an Advil?" He moved, going to stand up. * * * She laughed again, raising an eyebrow....
Trevor returned about five minutes later, holding something wrapped in a scarf. "He was napping," he commented. "So he's a little sleepy. "...
He came back and joined her at the table a few minutes later. "How's your head?" * * * She laughed lightly, watching him affectionately. "At...
"Yeah," Trevor said, wiping his hands on a cloth napkin. "Give me a second, I'll go grab him for you. Cute little bastard." Anya also looked...
He laughed slightly, making more food. "Please, eat. I don't want your food to get cold." * * * She rested her head on him, giving him a small...
"A shipwreck," he said slowly. "Mostly rusty rubble now, but still. That reminds me, Basel, I have a new critter for you."
