Monday evening

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Alanna sets up shop at the clinic. Her usual platter of lemon bars is balanced on one pile of books and the stack of stickers. She is rather please to see that her pencils are still stuck in the ceiling.

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[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, I was kidding about the puppies! I have no problems with animals. Well, I'm not terribly enthralled with the gremlins...

Don't touch the candle, do eat the food. I can do that."

Lisa takes the key and smiles. "Thank you, again. I'm going to go throw my stuff *she gestures to a large military duffle sandwiched underneath a cot* in the room and get myself cleaned up before I'm declared a biohazard and forced to leave school for good. I'll see you later?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna laughs. "Well, at least you'll be the first person to get kicked out for being a biohazard! Go, wash, eat, whatever."