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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Have a Handy humming to himself in the kitchen as he goes about getting ingredients out of pantries and the refrigerator.  After speaking with Ray and Chris earlier, he is almost certain he knows how to make pancakes.  He has never actually done this, however.  He figures now would be as good a time as any to distract himself by testing out this assumption]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's convenient, you have to give it that.

[leaning against the bar and waiting for a spot to open so he can grab himself a pint, too]

[gotitwrong]

's better than that. Don't hafta pay, can stay as long as you like...

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Always open, too. [Chris grins.] In case you need a quick kip early.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

It's all very impressive, I think. Not sure why people find so much to complain about. There are some not very nice things, but you'll find that anywhere you go.

[gotitwrong]

Guess some people just can't be pleased.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris decides to take a seat at the bar with his pint.] I guess I know why, a bit. Right bastards around here. But most of this lot are good enough.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

But you'll find that sort anywhere you go. Seems a bit unfair to hold it against a place in general.

[moves behind the bar to grab himself a pint now]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray shrugs.] Aye, though it's a particular brand of bastard here. [He points to the scar on his face.] Got that me first day here.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris nods.] Yeah, it's cool looking now, though. I still like this place but shit, bastards like them.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Your first day? Really? That's quite a welcome right there.