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Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

Despite it being a Jeff day, the hotel was eerily quiet.

No television. No dog prancing around. No humming noises or babbling or complaining or arguments.

Just Jeff, manning the desk and looking like he'd lived to see through a nuclear explosion.

Very quietly.
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Tomato Soup (some kind of)
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It's distressingly normal, for the Arms.

If you can get a word out of him.

Andrew stepped into the lobby clutching a brown paper bag and staring directly at the floor. He nodded, as though having just convinced himself of something, and turned sharply around to leave only to stop again and stand there, wavering.

Jeff wasn't saying much.

He just sat there, looking like a puppy that had been kicked quite thoroughly over the weekend and had then been left on a hotel desk to shiver.

So he just shivered vaguely in Andrew's direction.

Again with the nod, Andrew turned about and marched up to the desk. Setting the brown paper bag in front of Jeff, Andrew, looking intently at the counter top, mumbled, "I baked some cookies, thought you might like some, okay, have a nice day, goodbye."

Andrew turned about. He knew this was a bad idea, but he pushed his luck anyway.

Jeff's eyes moved very slowly to the cookies.

Then back up to Andrew's retreating back.

"Thanks," he said.

Andrew paused, let himself take a breath, and then walked out of the lobby.

Turtle turned duties over to Apu for a bit so that she could check up on how Jeff was doing. "Hey," she greeted quietly with a small smile. "Brought you something." And there was a Grape Judas for his troubles.

Man, he looked rough. "Holding out okay?"

"Turtle. Andrew brought me cookies."

Jeff sounded like he'd had the wind knocked out of him and nobody had bothered to deliver it back to him. He held up the unopened bag helplessly.

And took the squishy.

"That was nice of him," Turtle said with another small smile. And not at all having to think she might have to threaten Andrew with a kick if those cookies had any further intent that just being a nice gesture.

"I don't know what kind they are," Jeff explained, quietly. "It's sort of hard 'cos I haven't looked. Are you all right?"

"Do you want me to look for you?" Turtle offered, leaning on the counter a little. "And, yeah, I'm fine." She flashed another light smile his way. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I had a dream about mother last night," Jeff explained, pushing the bag forwards so Turtle could look. He curled one hand around the Grape Judas but didn't seem aware of it. "You were a tortoise."

Turtle's nose wrinkled a little. "Ugh, tortoises," she muttered as she pulled the bag in and opened it to take a peek inside. "Did I at least get to win the race?"

"It was sort of undecided," Jeff said, "She was a leopard. I feel she had an unfair advantage."

"Undecided is still not losing," Turtle replied with confidence and pushed the bag back toward Jeff. "Good news; they seem pretty edible."

He stole a cookie out of the bag and warily bit down on it. Well, at least they weren't poisoned.

Jeff took a gulp of Grape Judas right after just to make certain the grapes would defeat anything hazardous to his health.

"Thanks," he said. He sounded slightly more lively.

"For what?" Turtle asked with a tilt of her head, a knowing smile on her face because, yeah, she may have just been baiting for compliments by asking.

Jeff just shot her a wibbly but immeasurably thankful smile. "No one else brings grapes."

"Well," Turtle said, smiling back, "in everyone else's defense, I am made of awesome, so that is a bit of an unfair advantage on my part."

It's not particularly hard, today.

Even Nana has a complex.

He'll snap out of it.

...

Eventually.

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