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Who: Clover, 80H, others depending on shenanigans
When: Day 37, Morning.
Where: Clover, Med car, wherever Clovers are making bad decisions

[So that whole magical contract and lich deal.]

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[JUST. . . HUFFS A LAUGH. he started this joke, and he should see it through]

[when she returns! he's sitting up again, scratching his arm around the IV, trying not to dislodge it but also his arm?? itches?]

Ah-- [he takes the tea with a quiet, grateful nod]

Thanks. What kind is it?

Ah, I can get that for you.

[he should not need it any longer since he is up and about. he needs more rest later, but there should no longer be any issues. she removes it, carefully]

Black.

[oh thank goodness. he feels a sense of relief when the IV is removed, though he does run his fingers over the bandaged area]

I don't remember ever having black tea before.

[he says, as though he remembers literally anything]

You do not remember much of anything.

[just gonna say it]

I know you enjoy coffee, yes? But I did not wish for you to have it so soon after the procedure so I thought you might like this instead.

[well, he did buy coffee for clover, so. . . fair assumption to make]

. . . thanks.

[a pause as he takes a sip. it isn't coffee but it is legit!!]

You're really nice.

I am not.

All signs point to otherwise, but all right.

[casually sips his tea again]

[and reaches for a cookie to dip into it because that's what fancy people do, probably]