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Rial's working.

Not like that's a big surprise, because honesty, when is he not? The work keeps coming.

So he doesn't even look up when he hears Plourr, just sets a datapad and stylus aside.

"I'm going to need your help on this."

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She shrugs, taking a sip of caf, and says with some forced bravado, "I'd like to see them try."

"Yeah."

Looks away.

"You miss them, don't you?"

She drops her eyes, watches her caf swirl. "I was too young to know them well," she says quietly.

"Doesn't mean you can't miss them."

Softly.

She shrugs wordlessly, pulling her knees up and glancing out the window, where the sun is beginning to peer over the horizon.

"Let's both take a break."

Stands, stretches.

"This stuff is pretty dull."

Still curled up on the counter, she asks, "What happened to Mr. We've Only Got Four Hours?"

"He stepped aside for Mr. I've Not Slept In Way Too Long."

Dryly.

She smiles faintly into her caf and waves a hand at him. "Go on. I'll finish looking over the human rights material."

"Okay."

Wanders in the direction of the door.

"Um - there's the next fourth of that on my desk."

She nods, resigned, leaning back against the windowsill and picking up the datapad. "Alright."

"Wake me in an hour."

She tips two fingers to her forehead in a highly informal salute.

And he wanders back to the couch in the main room.

That's not exactly going to bed, but it's close enough.

When he's gone, Plourr stares at the datapad a moment, then goes back to reading its mind-numbingly dull, confusing legal documents.

She just wants to fly.

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