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[tinkerberry]

[ backdated maybe a day or two because LOL NAKED DAY. Rachel knocks on one of the doors at the inn and expectantly waits for an answer. ]

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[trollinginthe]

[raises an eyebrow as Snow settles in in Rachel's arms.]

But she has at least another hour of practice before we break for her daily shrimp cocktail with a side of faux caviar.

[tinkerberry]

You wouldn't want me to see the choreography before it's complete, would you?

[trollinginthe]

. . .

You do raise a good point.

[tinkerberry]

Of course, I always raise good points.

[trollinginthe]

It isn't entirely surprising.

[tinkerberry]

[ pulling the skates off ]

[trollinginthe]

[sits on the edge of his bed, watching her.]

[tinkerberry]

So, you've been here with her the whole time?

[trollinginthe]

Yes, I have been.

[tinkerberry]

You must have been very careful on your food runs.

[trollinginthe]

They were usually at 3 AM and I stole a hot plate from somewhere that shall also remain undisclosed back in October.

[tinkerberry]

Are you sure that you don't wish to reveal your sources?

[trollinginthe]

I signed an NDA.

[tinkerberry]

I know a good lawyer.

[trollinginthe]

Is there a problem or something, Rachel?

[tinkerberry]

No, it's-- a friend of mine left recently. It was the first time one of mine left camp. And I haven't seen you in a while, so...

[trollinginthe]

Who left?

[tinkerberry]

Tavros.

[trollinginthe]

Doesn't ring a bell. — anyway, no, I'm still stuck here, just like everyone else.

[tinkerberry]

[ HE WAS A PART OF HER FAN CLUB, JESSE. her fan club. ]

Good. Well, not good since it's a zombie summer camp. You know what I mean.

[trollinginthe]

. . . Right. Of course.

[tinkerberry]

I would just like to say goodbye first.

[trollinginthe]

I'm not leaving. — I don't think I'm leaving.

[immediately stands, distracting himself by straightening some things out in the room.]

And anyway, it's not like I'm exactly your Jesse.

[tinkerberry]

I've never really gotten behind the whole my Jesse or your Rachel thing. I mean, you're Jesse. Different than the one I was used to, yes, but there is only one person who would teach their pseudo-child an elaborate dance routine based on roller skates.

[trollinginthe]

[purses his lips for a moment, clearly irritable as he fiddles with sort of cleaning.]

Then in that case, she happens to be your pseudo-child as well, you know.