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Thomas: So uh. You got a caffeine problem? Mighta needed to know about that BEFORE you rooted around in the fridge.

Vanessa: Probably ’cause of that big head, more space to roost.

Zircon: [[.. ah.]]

Thomas: Yeah?

Zircon: [[It appears we have come to an agreement. I hereby lay claim to the couch.]]