Trooper Station, Friday

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The competition picnic was tomorrow, and was Watts doing anything to prepare?

Of course not.

He was sitting with his feet propped up on his desk, and leaning back at a quite frankly dangerous angle as he read a book on the modern Korean alphabet. Yes, technically, hangul had existed back in his time, but it hadn't been terribly popular. But given that it was now the language's official writing system, he felt obligated to keep himself up-to-date, as it were.

So yes, today would be spent squinting up at the book interspersed with occasionally hunching over his desk to practice actually writing.

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"Two questions," Steve said as he came in. "Do we have a cold storage area for bodies and if so, can I stash some fish in it?"

Steven. STEVEN. Why.

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“Not to my knowledge,” Watts admitted. “Have you tried asking over at the clinic? That seems to be much more within their purview.”

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"I haven't," Steve admitted. "I ordered some stuff for the party tomorrow from Hawai'i and I need to find a place to stash it."

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“And it arrived here that quickly?” Watts asked, eyebrow raised. “Impressive.”

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"Well, it's fish. Taking a long time would make it really, really nasty," Steve said.

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“That’s true,” Watts acknowledged. “Which is, I suppose, why I’ve never had fish from Hawai’i before.”

Remember, Steve, he was from 1909, before airmail, let alone portals.

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"You'll love it," Steve assured him. "It's called mahi-mahi."

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"I do relish new experiences," Watts said with a nod. "Particularly of the culinary variety."

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"Grilled mahi-mahi is one of the best things in the world," Steve said, possibly exaggerating how good grilled fish could be.

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"Mmm," Watts grunted non-committally, pitching forward to scribble something in the margins of his workbook. "We'll see about that."

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"You're coming tomorrow, right?" Steve checked. "How's your upper body strength?"

No reason for asking, la la.

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"As the person technically in a position of authority here at the station I assumed I was required to," Watts told Steve. "And I'd say it's more than adequate for participating in a contest of strength against the Fire Department." He'd seen the flyers, yes.

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Steve beamed at him. "Not like we have to win but..."

They had to win.

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"It would be very embarrassing not to," Watts concluded.