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The Park, Friday afternoon 7/25

Murdock had ~~handwavily~~ left Abby Irene a message, asking her to meet him in the park for lunch. He had hated missing their lunch arrangements, but sick as he'd been, he hadn't felt up to doing much over the past week.

Hopefully, this would make up for it.

Some sandwiches à la JGoB, slices of cake and couple of different beverages (since he didn't know what she'd be up for) went along with a blanket he'd spread out on the grass.

(expecting one, but could be open if people want to pester him before or after)

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The shadow of a parasol and a patchwork terrier proceeded her, but only by a couple of feet.

She wasn't a dainty young lady anymore, hadn't been for ages, but she'd do what she could to preserve her skin at this age. And there were enough occasions where she couldn't use a parasol that it was worth it when she could. Mike was just being spoiled, on the other hand.

"I don't suppose the gentleman would mind a bit of company, hmm?"

"I'd love some," Murdock smiled at her, tipping his hat a little. He thought the parasol was an interesting touch, vaguely reminding him of something out of a painting. He grinned down at the terrier, "Hey Mike!"

The terrier skittered over at full tilt, looking for scritchings and attention and happy to see him too.

Abby Irene, on the other hand, lowered herself to the ground with an echo of youth's grace as the parasol was placed on the grass next to her.

"The repast is certainly attractive enough. And the company."

She smiled at him as she settled.

"How have you been? I should hope you're over your illness, or I'll have to insist on bringing you to some sort of doctor here."

Murdock was all too happy to provide scritches and pats for the little terrier. "Hey, little buddy. I missed you too."

He sat down near Abby Irene with no effert at all and smiled a tad shyly at her comment. "Aww, thanks. And likewise." He wasn't exactly young, but he was fit enough for his age that it hardly made an impact.

A chuckle escaped. "Oh yah. That was some kind of killer bug or somethin'. I don't think I've been so sick in all my life." He grinned faintly, "But I'm feeling much better now."

She reached to give his shoulder a faint squeeze.

"Good. And thank you for the compliment.

"How have your classes been?"

The touch was very welcome. He hadn't gotten a lot of physical contact since he'd come here, and he found that he was missing it a bit.

"You're welcome," he smiled. "They've been good. I only have a few students this term, not quite what I was expecting, but they seem to be liking class so far."

"I could give you a few of mine. I swear, every time I turn to the board, there's a couple more."

She smirked.

"I wouldn't be surprised if that really happened, honestly."

That got a laugh. "With this place, there's no tellin'. Can you believe I have a robot for a student?" A fact which continued to boggle him. "He seems cool though. Geniunely interested in class an' all."

"So," he smirked a bit, "spotted any possible 'troublemakers'? I've had other teachers tell me there's always someone."

"The large yellow young, er, being?"

She smiled.

"I have him in my class as well. And it is, you're right, rather interesting but he's always been exceedingly polite and interested."

She looked thoughtfully at the food.

"As for troublemakers, well... no one, really. Then again," and she was grinning now, just a touch smug, "perhaps they sense that I wouldn't tolerate them."

"Large and yellow?" He looked a bit confused for a moment. "No, that doesn't sound like him. Bender's about average person height and is silver. Kinda like a large walking cylinder, really." He smiled lightly, "Reckon that must mean there's more than one robot wanderin' around."

He didn't miss her glance at the food, and grinning slightly, he offered her a sandwhich. "I didn't know what kind of drink you'd like, so I brought a few ~~moddable, but likely no alcohol~~ different things. I hope you like it."

Murdock laughed again. "I think most of the kids here are pretty good natured anyway. Just sometimes they seem to surprise you."

"I've found them as such myself. And surprisingly willing to learn, really. There was always that one student before."

She picked up a bottle of cola, opened it, and took a long sip. Then she took the sandwich.

"Thank you."

"Welcome," he replied smiling, snagging a sandwich and soda for himself. "The kids here," he shook his head a bit, "I get the feeling that part of the reason they're so willing to learn is that they generally haven't had the opportunity back wherever it is they come from."

He smirked a little, "Before? I guess that means you're not new to this teaching thing, huh? It's a complete first for me," he admitted. "I'm still surprised about it, really."

Whoever heard of a crazy man teaching classes? Honestly?

"I had to do some basic instruction as part of my doctorate," she admitted. "I was a teacher's assistant, if you can believe that, and my teacher happened to be something of a lush."

She smirked to herself.

"Brilliant. And very... attentive. But a lush all the same."

Yes, Abby Irene had been falling in love with Exactly The Wrong Person for a long time.

"Hey, nothing wrong with that if makes you a doctor." Yes, he was impressed by that. "You know," he mused, "it seems like many of the brilliant ones always have some kinda major flaw. Artists, poets and scientists like; a number of 'em turn out to be lushes," he grinned a bit at using her term, "obsessive control mongers, perpetual hermits or they're crazy."

"Maybe their brilliance develops from their flaws?" he shrugged lightly.

"Perhaps. I'm quite happy with just being clever," she said with a brief smile, though she was underestimating herself somewhat.

"It's easier to spring on people."

"That works just as well," he grinned. "Brilliant and clever, it's a good combo."

"My tactic seems to revolve around the crazy aspect," he smirked. Was he joking? Possibly. Or possibly not.

"Oh? You've done quite well just by being charming, you know. For future reference, of course."

She gave him a teasing smile.

"Oh. Uh..." he flushed slightly. "Thanks. I wouldn't normally think myself...charming. Usually that goes to a buddy of mine." He was surprised that she would think him so and the fact that she seemed to store it away for 'future reference' surprised him further.

"You're...rather charming yourself. You know."

Boy, did that sound corny. Even to him. Why couldn't he ever say the right thing?

Thankfully, he still had half an uneaten sandwich, which provided a wonderful opportunity for distraction.

Mike took that opportunity to try and go for her sandwich and, after taking another bite, she fed him some of the meat from one side.

"Thank you. I'm somewhat used to men either dreading a visit from me or thinking I'm nothing but trouble."

"Trouble? You? I don't believe that," he replied, smiling. "And I can't see how a guy would ever dread a visit from you. I know I wouldn't."

He smirked at Mike's antics. "Guess he's a bit hungry too, huh?"

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"He's a spoiled little beast," she said with a smile as she fed him another piece of meat.

Then she looked up.

"I assure you, a visit from me is not something anyone in New Amsterdam wants. Either someone you care for is dead, or I'm about to arrest you."

Because you want to scare him off. Good job, Garrett.

"Though I'm glad that is not my job for the moment. And I'm glad that you are pleased to see me. I can say the same of you."

"Well, I hope you ain't plannin' on arresting me," he smirked back. "That would cause some havoc with the school schedule, I think."

Plus, Murdock never really got arrested much. It was the men in white coats showing up to drag him off that concerned him. Thankfully, they hadn't found him. Yet.

"Aww, thanks." There he went with that slight flush again. "I'm glad you're here. Certainly makes things lively."

And since most of his socializations seemed to occur with students more often than not, it was nice to converse with an adult. Of course, there was one other he liked to hang with too...

"Just keep away from summoning demons where I can see and it shouldn't be a problem," she said, deadpan, before she found herself laughing. Mike perked up, trying to see if there was something he was missing before trotting over to check in with Murdock.

He joined in with her laughter. "Oh no," he giggled, "I don't think that'll be a problem. I don't summon anything outside of the occasional invisible critter," he smirked.

"Hey Mike! Scopin' out for some goodies?" He pulled off a piece of meat from his sandwich and glanced towards Abby Irene. "This okay?" He didn't want to give him anything that he couldn't have, after all. Or something that would possibly make him sick later on.

She waved that off.

"If you can eat it, he will. I try to keep him away from cheese as it blunts their sense of smell, but otherwise it's fine. He's spoiled anyway."

Huh. She seemed to brush something off there. Probably he'd said something crazy again. He should be used to it by now, really.

Though sometimes, it did bother him more than he cared to admit.

But anyway...

"One of those 'see food diets'?" he smirked. "See food, must eat it." Once she'd given him the go-ahead, he held the morsel out to Mike. "Nothin' wrong with a little spoilin'. Animals help people out in a lot of ways, you know."

Just the worry on feeding Mike. Rest assured, all mentions of craziness might be politely handled but not brushed off.

Mike, for his part, very carefully pulled the piece of meat out of his hands before putting his head underneath for petting. Abby Irene laughed, just a little.

"Feed him, though, and he'll expect more attention. I suppose I should have warned you of that."

She was still smiling as she took a bite of sandwich, chewed, swallowed, and continued.

"Might I ask what you meant about invisible critters?"

He grinned at the dog. "It's alright. I don't mind givin' it to him." He scratched the dog between his ears and patted his head lightly.

"Oh," a tiny shrug, "just that I have an invisible dog. He just kinda appeared one day. Billy usually wanders around doin' his own thing, so I don't always see him." He glanced at her and smirked a bit, "Not that anyone can actually see him since he's invisible. Next time he's around, I'll introduce ya."

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