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Fandom Clinic, Monday 6/27
Monday, June 27th, 2022 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykera"Should I be bringing something for the crab?" Stark asked when he arrived at the clinic Monday morning with his usual round of coffees for himself and the staff.
"His name is Stabby," one of the nurses reminded him.
"Of course. Should I be bringing something for Stabby?"
"They don't drink coffee. He might want some fish?"
"Oh. I could probably do that." Stark hadn't kept the leftover fish from class on Friday but he could in the future if needed. "He's been fed, hasn't he?"
"Of course!" The nurses were awfully indignant for people who had made Will look up what crabs eat last week rather than doing it themselves.
Stark nodded and settled himself at the desk to watch the crab tank and keep an eye on the door in case anyone needed assistance.
The clinic was open, the alien was in, and Stabby was probably not hungry at the moment.
"His name is Stabby," one of the nurses reminded him.
"Of course. Should I be bringing something for Stabby?"
"They don't drink coffee. He might want some fish?"
"Oh. I could probably do that." Stark hadn't kept the leftover fish from class on Friday but he could in the future if needed. "He's been fed, hasn't he?"
"Of course!" The nurses were awfully indignant for people who had made Will look up what crabs eat last week rather than doing it themselves.
Stark nodded and settled himself at the desk to watch the crab tank and keep an eye on the door in case anyone needed assistance.
The clinic was open, the alien was in, and Stabby was probably not hungry at the moment.