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[gotacigarette]

Not to put too fine a point on it, but Eden's pissed off. Babe won't even look at her, none of her clothes fit, she needs to shave and Nelson's being just as clingy as usual. She sits on the compound steps, feet stretched out on the sandy soil and Nelson curled up on one thigh. She's smoking her third cigarette in a row

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[resident_alice]

It'd been a weird morning. The island was probably up to its old tricks, but so far Alice hadn't bothered to find out which ones. She was headed to the Compound for breakfast, and on the steps she found...huh. A chain-smoker to rival Eden. Sometimes, Alice wondered where the woman got all her cigarettes, but she decided in the end that she really didn't want to know. They were probably made out of banana leaves or something.

While she didn't recognize the man, Alice recognized the kitten with him, and she stopped for a moment to stare.

"Does Eden know you've got her cat?" she asked bluntly. Maybe she'd given it away. Maybe Babe had. It couldn't hurt to ask.

But curiosity killed the cat, as they always said...

[gotacigarette]

There's a relief there that's unquantifiable, seeing Alice standing in front of her. At least Alice probably won't look sick at the thought of basic bodily contact.

"Yes, she bloody does," says Eden, grinning, scratching Nelson between the ears. "Nobody else'd take the little bastard."

[resident_alice]

"I don't know, her boy-toy seemed pretty keen on him," Alice said. Maybe it was just too early in the morning, maybe she was tired out from recent ITF training, or maybe she was just having a plain old stupid day, but the dots hadn't joined themselves up yet.

"You know Eden, then? I don't think I've met you before." She eyed the man suspiciously.

[gotacigarette]

Eden can feel the muscles in her jaw tighten at the mention of Babe and she shakes her head, looking down at the cat in her lap.

"Nelson likes Babe, but I'm not sure about the other way around. And, yes, Alice, you have. I know all about you and your burgeoning golf fetish."

She looks up, dark hair hanging in her eyes.

"And don't call Babe that."