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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

Something felt different today when Mary walked into the hotel lobby. It took a little while to put her finger on it, but Mary finally realized that today was a perfectly normal day. She wasn't a kitten anymore, and she was completely sober and not hungover. It actually felt good to get back to her normal routine. She still had to call Delinda back and let her know that she was okay. There were still issues to be dealt with but Mary was going to take Stan's advice. It was going to take time to deal with her past.

Gunther may have sensed her mood because he was all about the comfort food today.

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Chicken Biscuit Pot Pie
Cheesy Smashed Potatoes
Ginger Peach Cobbler

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Get your food and get going.

In case you feel like it.

John's on his way to grab some breakfast, wearing his motorcycle garb. "Hey, Mary. How's your morning?"

"I can't complain," said Mary. "How about you?"

"Not too bad," he said. "Getting some grub before I go out, test the bike. You look better."

"I feel better," said Mary. "I'm just glad I didn't completely throw away two or three months of getting better."

"That's good to hear," he said. "Remember, everything in moderation. Including moderation. Not sure who said it, but someone famous."

He tilted his head ~~and paid VMars for royalties~~ at her. "You ever ride?"

"Are we talking motorcycles?" clarified Mary. "Nope, never. My boyfriend Danny inherited his mom's convertible when he turned sixteen so that's the car we always used to drive around in. He still has it."

"Well, I haven't smuggled a horse into the hotel," he proclaimed innocently. "I'm taking 'er out for a spin (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2010599.html), make sure everything just right. If you can sneak away, you should come join. If your boss'll let you, of course," he said innocently.

"I may have to check with Gunther first," said Mary, amused.

"Wouldn't want you to get in trouble," he said. "I hear the boss is strict," he whispered.

"He keeps a very tight leash on me," said Mary, looking mischievous.

John started laughing. "Was this before or after you turned into a kitty?" he managed. "Because you were the cutest kitty ever to run a hotel and demand milk. And prompt payments," he said with a grin. "Not that you're not cute as a not-kitten, but somehow I think you'd just throw something at me if I pulled out that feather-on-a-string toy now."

"I might," said Mary. "Or my chef-turned-security-guard might come running out here with a meat cleaver. Gunther's always been a little protective of me since he got here. He feels kind of obligated to Ed Deline for helping him get this job."

"That does tend to put a damper on things," he said with a grin. "Difficult to use the toy while dodging kitchen implements."

"In any case, I'm hoping to stay a human for a while," said Mary. "Those claws weren't too helpful with doing paperwork and Gunther was ordering red meat like it was going out of style."

"Well, just because you're a kitten doesn't mean you're defenseless," he pointed out. "And I don't know about you, but if I had paperwork and claws, I'd be very tempted to just make confetti out of frustration."

"It would be tempting," said Mary, "but if the bills don't get paid, who knows what Gunther would end up serving next?"

"That's a good point," he conceded. "Maybe making copies of the bills and shredding those as a symbol? Or, nice relaxing night in the hot tub? But not as a cat."

"Unfortunately, the hot tub in my suite doesn't work," said Mary with a frown. "I'll have to upgrade eventually, but nothing beats relaxing in the hot tub, except maybe a massage."

"I could attempt to fix it for you," he said, "but I'm not sure if I could do it. And the best? Massage in a hot tub." If she didn't press for particulars, then he wouldn't confess to sneaking into the hotel's hot tub late at night with a guest.

"I'm decent at massages," he said, flexing his hands. "I'm no Leo or Theo or whatever, that spa place, but my rates are cheaper."

"Don't worry about it," said Mary. "I'll get around to it eventually, and in the meantime, I have access to a very nice bath in the presidential suite when it's not occupied. Besides, I have my standing appointment with Sven."

"I've heard good things about Sven." He hadn't. But if he's named Sven? Gotta be good. "So you're running all over the hotel for a bath?" He starts smirking.

"Only if I want to use the hot tub. I have a perfectly good shower ~~for now~~ in my suite," said Mary.

"Well, I'd hope the big cheese here would have a working shower ~~for now~~. Do you have to call yourself if you run out of towels?" he teased.

"No, silly," said Mary, giggling. "I call Gunther for that. He has to earn his keep somehow."

"And I'm sure he whips up towels like no one's business," he laughed.

"He's just so handy to have around," said Mary.

Turning serious, she asked, "Anything new with your future plans?"

"Yes. I've... I'm going off-Island. I've accepted a position at a computer firm. And I'm going to get into local politics, to get into actual politics. I'm going to try to control my future, prevent it if I can or at least limit the scope. So. I'd still like my room on retainer, with a key left out as a safe house, for anyone who needs it. And who knows the password. And access to the hot tub. And room service out of their own pockets because invasions always need to be catered," he said, getting his serious into his humor and his humor into his serious.

"I'll definitely reserve the room for you," said Mary. "We'll keep the key at the front desk and I'll let my staff know that they can't give it out without my approval." Mary promised nothing in regards to the hot tub ~~partly because she hadn't thought ahead to having a public area with a hot tub in the hotel, oops~~.

John nodded. "I agree. Should we draw papers or do a handshake?" He'd work on the hot tub thing later. "I'd prefer that no one went in, except for yourself, maybe a trusted staff member or two. For legal reasons. And if there's an invasion? It might be a place to visit," he said, not trying to sound like a crazy milita member.

"Do you trust Gunther?" asked Mary. "I'll make sure Room 111 stays completely off-limits, although I do reserve the right to pop in there and borrow some ammunition the next time dinosaurs drop by."

"That's what it's for," he said. "As long as no one checks under the bed, you don't know what's there, and can't be called to testify. Stockpile of food and water in the closet, and a few bathrobes. Andago-kart." He may have mumbled that last part.

"It's going to be kind of lonely without you dropping by the lobby all the time," said Mary, looking wistful.

"I'll be just outside of Fandom," he said. "House is overpriced, but it's a fixer-upper that was foreclosed, so it's a good deal. Even for the market and the price. Stupid housing boom. Second thing I'm fixing? Jacuzzi tub. You're welcome to visit any time."

"Anywhere near McLean, by chance?" she asked. That's where she knew Ed Deline had a condo and she knew she'd be heading out that way every so often.

"Not too far. Bit closer to the airport, but the neighborhood's nice. I'll always have the guest room ready, should you need it. And? Jacuzzi tub."

"A working Jacuzzi tub? How can I pass that up?" asked Mary, smiling.

"Great! Just drop me a line, and I'll be ready. With the motorcycle, if you don't mind riding in the sidecar or on the back. I may have to buy a car for winter at least."

"I'm sure I can arrange my own transportation," said Mary, smiling politely. No motorcycles for her. She didn't want to muss up her hair. Besides, Ed had a perfectly good Hummer and an Aston Martin.

"Suit yourself. Though it's probably safer to take a cab in winter. Snow motorcycling is not for everyone," he said with a wild grin. "But it'd be great to see you."

Dropped my dad off at the airport really early this morning, so I might just crawl back into bed for a while.

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