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Fandom Clinic, Monday 9/12
Monday, September 12th, 2022 07:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraThis morning's class on radio squirrels seemed to have gone well enough. Hopefully no squirrels were deeply offended and no students were scarred by the realization that the squirrels were everywhere at all times. Hopefully.
After class Stark had stopped off for coffees for the nurses as usual and handed them off before peering into Stabby's tank.
"Is that an onion ring?"
"He wanted fried food," a nurse said, picking up a coffee and giving Stark a look that said he clearly should have known this.
"Of course," he said, sitting down at the desk. "Why wouldn't he?"
The clinic was open, the alien was in, and the crab was eating onion rings (and maybe french fries too).
After class Stark had stopped off for coffees for the nurses as usual and handed them off before peering into Stabby's tank.
"Is that an onion ring?"
"He wanted fried food," a nurse said, picking up a coffee and giving Stark a look that said he clearly should have known this.
"Of course," he said, sitting down at the desk. "Why wouldn't he?"
The clinic was open, the alien was in, and the crab was eating onion rings (and maybe french fries too).