Really kind of a simple fight, Bridge thought. Probably bad news, since the bad guy escaped at the last minute, but such is life, and Bridge isn't about to complain.
He elected to bring his post-skirmish toast into the common room, maybe to discuss the fight, maybe to play some games or something.
Sky is... talking. Pleasantly. And smiling, too.
Bridge approaches him with a stack of toast and his head tilted to one side.
"Hey, Sky. How's it going?" He offers his snack. "Toast? It's buttery."
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Date: 2012-06-24 02:52 am (UTC)He elected to bring his post-skirmish toast into the common room, maybe to discuss the fight, maybe to play some games or something.
Sky is... talking. Pleasantly. And smiling, too.
Bridge approaches him with a stack of toast and his head tilted to one side.
"Hey, Sky. How's it going?" He offers his snack. "Toast? It's buttery."