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[didorothy]

[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[sniffles and nods] You should. When are we going to have dinner again...?

[didorothy]

Soon as you want it.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Really soon. [pauses because that makes her sound desperate] I-I mean because I'm hungry. [fidgets with her wristband] And I should stay the night soon, to make sure nothing s-stupid like that happens again...

[didorothy]

[touches her hand] Thank you.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[nods and looks up just slightly at him] Well...you're welcome.

[didorothy]

And I will be more careful. Now, I think it was... Italian that I was going to make you?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

You better be more careful. You can't die again. [voice shook a bit there but she nods] Mhm. You said Italian.

[didorothy]

[squeezes her hand] How about we go back to my flat and you can watch as I do that?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[nods and holds his hand] Can I help?

[didorothy]

If you want to, sure.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[and look Sam, she's smiling] All right. You should take it a little easy, after all. So I'll help.

[didorothy]

Thanks. [still holding her hand, aww] Let's go, then?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[nods happily] Yes, boss!

[didorothy]

[and off to dinner they go!]