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[goldenglasses]

[Vash has decided to escape the rain this evening by ducking into Good Spirits. He’s been doing better since losing Rem. The pain of losing her is still fairly fresh, but no longer a shock. And now that the initial shock is over, Vash is starting to recall certain things.

He begins to think about heading home. Meryl has the day off and she’d be

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[Action] XD

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Doc, I think you an' me an' Vash-lad need some pie. Friendly bite of pie, what will cure whatever bad blood's between us.

[Action] 2/3

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[And, after placing his bottles carefully on the ground with a warning finger to stay put, the pirate takes a few steps back. He squints at the door, then rolls up his sleeves a bit, then RUNS AT THE DOOR TO BREAK IT DOWN WITH HIS SHOULDER.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

[Action] 3/3

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[Turns out, however, that the door wasn't LOCKED, just stuck tightly. Be treated to sounds of crashing, swearing, and then silence, broken only (eventually) by what might be the sound of globs of pie dripping to the floor from a broken pie plate. Then...]

Little help?

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[goldenglasses]

Oh! Wait! Wait! That door sometimes- [Winces]] -uh, sticks.

[Vash sighs and heads on in.] But you're doing so good on your own already.

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[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy decided to stay outside during this shameful exploit, slapping a hand against one side of his face in annoyance once Jack flew into the bakery and sighed at the resulting crash. ] Good God...

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[The mess isn't as epic as it had sounded, actually--mostly the fallout from Jack crashing into a shelf that had held baking pots and pans of various sizes. There was only the one pie casualty.]

Well I got us in, didn't I? OI! BONESY! PIE! What kind d'you want, then?

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[goldenglasses]

[Don't mind Vash. He'll just be quietly cleaning up your mess Jack. Don't need the bakery people miss making him his morning donuts because of your mess.]

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[hippocraticly]

[ It's a spillage after unlawful entry: therefore, it is in his mind. ] I didn't even want any to begin with!

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[lists_to_port]

Apple then? Right. Me, I'll have this lovely spiced pumpkin. Vash lad? Stop that cleanin' immediately.

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[goldenglasses]

I've always liked apple if they have another. [He has a thing for apples, and no he won't stop cleaning. He's almost done anyway.]

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[hippocraticly]

I can't believe I was dragged into this...

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[lists_to_port]

Aye---for you-- [Handing another apple to Vash. Then eating pumpkin pie with great delight.]

If you don't mind me askin', doc--what do your lot do for fun around here?

[Because whatever it is, it isn't working.]

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[goldenglasses]

And who doesn't like a good pie! [Taking a large bite!]

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[hippocraticly]

[ ... Yeah, no. McCoy is not even going to dignify Jack (or Vash) with an answer and will be turning around and leaving you two to eating your pie whilst throwing up his arms in defeat.

... But to answer his question: alcohol. A lot of it. ]

[Action] And thus the threadjack ends.

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He's a regular barrel of laughs, ain't he?

[Action] How sad

[goldenglasses]

Well, I can't say it hasn't been an interesting night.