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Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/26
Monday, January 26th, 2026 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraIt was warmer, at least. And it wasn't snowing at the moment. But it was still very much winter and Stark was bundled up against the cold and carrying hot coffees into the clinic again.
He did pause outside the door to admire the snow sculpture of a crab someone had made.
"Snow crab?" he asked once he got inside and set down the tray of coffee cups. "Who made it?"
Stabby, who was wearing mittens and a hat that appeared to be handmade for him, shrugged in a crabby way.
"It was there when we got here. A mystery sculpture by a mystery artist."
The clinic was open, it was warm inside, the crab probably hadn't made a large snow version of himself, and the alien was in.
He did pause outside the door to admire the snow sculpture of a crab someone had made.
"Snow crab?" he asked once he got inside and set down the tray of coffee cups. "Who made it?"
Stabby, who was wearing mittens and a hat that appeared to be handmade for him, shrugged in a crabby way.
"It was there when we got here. A mystery sculpture by a mystery artist."
The clinic was open, it was warm inside, the crab probably hadn't made a large snow version of himself, and the alien was in.