Detective Rosa Diaz (
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Trooper Station; Monday [12/03].
Because, apparently, the island being...the island wasn't enough with the whole 'eggnog out of every faucet' thing , the station decided to be...the station and reprise the whole coffee-in-every-drawer phenomenon...only with eggnog instead.
"Wait a second," said Rosa, upon opening her desk drawer to confirm that, yes, it was filled with eggnog, while also kind of marveling at how well these drawers managed to retain liquid, and noticing one soggy folder trying to stay afloat, "is that my 'The Floor is Not Lava' case report?"
She looked to Ralph for answers, and mostly got a shrug. "It doesn't matter now, anyway," he said from atop a desk. "The floor is now eggnog."
Of course. Sure it was, Ralph.
"And I hope you drown in it," Rosa told him, slamming the drawer shut (with no small splattering of actual eggnog on the floor as a result), and turned on her computer, mostly just feeling glad that it wasn't eggnog, too.
Days like this, she really started to empathize with that Monday-hating, lasagna-loving arsonist cat.
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"Wait a second," said Rosa, upon opening her desk drawer to confirm that, yes, it was filled with eggnog, while also kind of marveling at how well these drawers managed to retain liquid, and noticing one soggy folder trying to stay afloat, "is that my 'The Floor is Not Lava' case report?"
She looked to Ralph for answers, and mostly got a shrug. "It doesn't matter now, anyway," he said from atop a desk. "The floor is now eggnog."
Of course. Sure it was, Ralph.
"And I hope you drown in it," Rosa told him, slamming the drawer shut (with no small splattering of actual eggnog on the floor as a result), and turned on her computer, mostly just feeling glad that it wasn't eggnog, too.
Days like this, she really started to empathize with that Monday-hating, lasagna-loving arsonist cat.
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"I missed last week, but I still had to subject you to leftovers," he said, setting it on her desk. "We're screwed for coffee, though, unless you want it made with eggnog."
Ugh.
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"The floor is eggnog," said Ralph from on top of the desk.
"We know," snapped Rosa...and at least one other trooper, much to her satisfaction.
So there might have been a faint glimmer of help me in Rosa's expression as she shifted her attention Miguel's way. And her eyes shifted toward the bag.
"You didn't actually have to bring me leftovers," she informed him. "But Arlo 2'll appreciate it. She's been starving since Thanksgiving."
[[ literally catching me on my way to turning in, but I'll pick it back up tomorroooooow! ]]
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All of which seemed incredibly worth it.
"Could you?" she asked in conclusion, her attention shifting back to Tightpants.
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Oh, who was he kidding? He was already wanted in any number of dimensions.
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Although it did seem like Ralph suddenly realized he was late for taking his own lunch break and was rowing his way across the sea of eggnog in his rolling chair toward the door.
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They would not.
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Rosa, who was definitely not also smirking faintly after him, too, that was a trick of the light, obviously. "So now I've got food and got rid of that guy for at least a little bit," she noted. "Today might not completely suck after all."
...it would still mostly suck. Her drawers were filled with eggnog, there was no avoiding that. But she'd admit (probably only to herself) that it was at least marginally better now.
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He dug out a plastic fork and handed it to Rosa. "Not even going to try a bit for lunch?"
C'mon, Rosa, you knew you wanted to!
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She did, however, take said fork.
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