Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/15

[stykera]

Stark had his usual coffees for everyone this morning, along with some cookies with glittery chocolate chips in them that a barista at the Perk had insisted he try. Stark, being himself, hadn't needed much convincing.

When he arrived that Stabby had what appeared to be a glass of wine in one claw.

"That doesn't seem wise," Stark said, frowning. "It could break. Can he even drink wine? Or does it just look like wine?" And wasn't it early for wine?

"You want to take it away from him?" one of the nurses asked, eyebrow raised.

"...No."


The clinic was open, the alien was in, and the crab was possibly a lush.

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Re: Front Desk

[hasaknightjob]

"You don't have to," Steven said. "I don't think it would come up much either. If ever. I just - I didn't like thinking we might be putting you in a bad position. Having to lie because of us. That's not being a good friend, is it? But if you're all right we are too."

Re: Front Desk

[stykera]

"I think," Stark said after a pause, "if it came up, I would just tell him he ought to ask you? I'm not sure how it would though."

Re: Front Desk

[hasaknightjob]

"That's fine," Steven said. "However you want to do it. Just didn't want to put you in a bad spot is all. If you're not worried about it I'm not either."

Re: Front Desk

[stykera]

"I appreciate you thinking of me," Stark told him.

Re: Front Desk

[hasaknightjob]

"Didn't want to give you any problems," Steven said. "Especially not as thanks for you being such a good friend and all. If you change your mind you can tell me. Or Marc. It's no problem."