Luke's, Wednesday

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Kenzi came out of the freezer with a handful of very, very fresh fish, and very wide eyes.

"The polar bears are wanting asylum. I said I'd talk to you guys."

The staff was not in favor.

SPECIALS
Grilled Salmon Salad
Shrimp Cocktail
Mochi Green Tea Ice Cream

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

It was a quiet week back home-- or rather, all the jobs that had to be done were diplomacy jobs, and for some reason, Mical kept those from him. Couldn't figure out why. (Same went for Mira, actually, so it wasn't like Atton was going to take it personally.)

Anyway, that left him with too much spare time. There was only so much he could do in his apartment: sleep, eat pizza, watch terrible holos...

...okay, that actually did keep him busy for a while.

In fact, he was decidedly squinty-eyed as he showed up to the Perk and bought himself a ridiculously strong coffee. "For class," he'd explained, in as much as that was an explanation.

Now he was sitting down, cradling that coffee like it was an Important Artifact, glaring at The Outside in general like it had done something to his mother. Whatever. Life.

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