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[Hei is exhausted. He's also speaking in Gallifreyan, so just imagine that combination.] Has anyone figured out who can talk to who, yet?

[Muttered in Tibetan,] Be nice to just sleep through this whole thing...

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[ She pressed her hands together, then leans her head on them, then looks at him with an arched brow. ]

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[Tiny smile, and he shakes his head.]

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[ Angela holds up one finger, then vanishes. In a few minutes, she returns with a teacup on a saucer with a cloth bag inside it. Whatever is in it smells like mushrooms, flowers, and a bit of spice. After she hands it to him she points to it, pantomimes sipping tea, snaps her fingers, and repeats the head-on-hands gesture. ]

[ French. ] ... It'll essentially knock you on your ass.

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[He takes the teacup and inspects the baggy inside. He seems to consider it for a moment, then looks up at Angela and nods. Then he points in the direction of the kitchen and starts heading that way.]