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[batmanschmatman]

So, in unflood related news, for those of you who have been able to go home or off somewhere else on vacation or something, how much of the Barge did you remember while you were there if at all? Out of curiosity.

[Private to Tim]

You up for some tree tag?

[This is secretly code for HOLY CRAP, I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THIS FLOOD. :|]

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Private.

[batmanschmatman]

Sure. When do you want me to come over?

Private.

[toldastory]

Half-six?

Private.

[batmanschmatman]

I'll be there. [Spammm?]

Private.

[toldastory]

Brilliant. I've some left over brownies. I make brilliant brownies.

[Sure!]

Spam.

[batmanschmatman]

[Bribing with food is always a good thing. c: And he will be heading over to knock at your door pretty promptly.]

Spam.

[toldastory]

[Martha opened the door with a bit of caution, but when she saw who it was, the caution gave way to a sunny smile, and then she quickly reached out and hugged him.]

Spam.

[batmanschmatman]

[He hugged her back tightly and managed a sort of lopsided grin - secretly broken cheekbones making it hard to complete the gesture.] Hey.

Spam.

[toldastory]

[Martha smiled, and then she moved towards the couch, and took a seat. His tea was prepared the way he liked it, and there was brownies set out.]

How are you doing?

Spam.

[batmanschmatman]

I'm alright. Still kind of reeling after getting way too much information about everyone's sex lives, but what can you do. [He sat down next to her and grabbed a brownie, still smiling.] How about you?

Spam.

[toldastory]

[Martha frowned and colored for a moment, hiding her face with one hand.] If it helps, I'm a bit embarrassed about that.