The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

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After the weekend, Jeff wanted nothing more than to be far, far away from his dog. Considering her size and general disposition towards moving, that meant that Jeff spent most of the day sitting on the stairs, shooting the occasional look at the dog which had claimed his desk for great sleeping justice.

The fact that she was covered in tinsel was only a small bit of revenge.

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It was Wednesday, and it was lunchtime, so it just went without saying that there were also sandwiches brought forth from a Turtle with a bright greeting of, "Jeff!"

And then Turtle saw that that wasn't Jeff at the desk at all, blinked, and looked around. When she'd spotted him, she changed her course for the stairs, repeating the process.

"Jeff!"

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"Turtle!" Jeff called, helpfully, from his perch on the stairs. "I've exiled Nana." As was evidenced by the fact that he was sitting somewhere else. "Temporarily," he added, good-naturedly.

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Although, with a glance back toward Nana at the desk, Turtle wasn't sure Jeff understood exile as well as he could, she took it in stride, because it was rather easy to sit next to Jeff closely if they were both sitting on the stairs.

"I brought lunch," she informed him after sitting and shifting a little excessively so that sides were touching with attention to comfort, holding up the bag as proof.

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"So you did," he answered, grinning, "That's another thing Nana doesn't have right now." He had it all figured out, yes. After a moment's hesitation, he attempted to slip his arm somewhere along Turtle's waist... area. The stairs did make that easy. "What sort of lunch?"

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Turtle looked at Jeff a moment, then she grinned when she realized that the question actually was sincere. She nudge him; a very convenient sort of nudge because it let her lean into him a little once she was finished with the nudging bit. "What sort do you think?"

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"It could be salad," Jeff offered. The edges of his mouth pulled up into a grin at that little nudge. "Or you could've brought me a whole pig, like the sword girl in Medieval Barbarians VI: Way of the Sword."

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"Well," Turtle said, "I'm not a sword girl. Or a medieval barbarian, so I hope sandwiches will work in place of a whole pig. Especially since pig's not really kosher."

Not that Turtle ever really paid attention to kosher before, but she thought she'd throw it in there.

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"Mother once got us every bit of a pig for Christmas," he provided. "It was sliced up, though. But we had to eat all of it. Every single bit--"

Jeff paused, for once in his life realising that the tangent he was embarking on was not one that should be prolonged, "...but then she probably didn't know about sandwiches."

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"Even the hooves?"

Hooves, she knew, were especially not kosher.

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"She needed those for art."

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There was a long, long pause.

"Art?"

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Jeff shrugged lightly. "She likes sculpting," he said, his eyes sliding down towards the bag of sandwiches.

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Turtle shuddered a little, and handed the bag over to Jeff.

She'd lost her appetite.

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"Thanks," said Jeff, who felt no such effect, and dug through the bag. Procurring a sandwich, he proceeded to happily stuff his face with it. "Mothers, eh?" he managed, between swallows.

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"Are insane," Turtle concluded, with a nod. "Some more so than others."