Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

[doctorgingerspice]

There was pie at the clinic! Well, two pies, actually.

"What's this for?" Will asked.

"Pie day," one of the nurses explained. "You know. March 14th. Three point one-four?"

"Cool," Will said, and went to serve himself a slice.

"No!" One of the other nurses said, stepping in between him and the pies. "Not that one!"

"... Why not?"

"That's the crab's apple pie," they said, nodding towards Stabby's tank where he was currently... eating... clawing at? A piece of pie. "This one's a crabapple pie," they gestured to the other pie. "We can have that one."

"Why does Stabby get a whole pie to himself?" No answer.

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Re: The Front Desk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm keeping an eye on him," Annie assured Will. "He's been in my guest room making hand jokes, but I'll be pushy about it if it seems like he needs to come back."

Again, he was handling it well.

Re: The Front Desk

[doctorgingerspice]

“Well, that’s something, at least,” Will acknowledged. “So what brings you by, then?”

Re: The Front Desk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm actually here...for me," Annie said, and that hesitant, nervous smile was back. "Is there somewhere private we can talk a little?"

Re: The Front Desk

[doctorgingerspice]

“We could go back to one of the exam rooms?” Will said. “They’re squirrel-proof.” Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes one or two managed to slip in for plot reasons.

Re: The Front Desk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Great, because I did not bring any rum." Though maybe she needed to start carrying some, ironically enough.

Re: The Front Desk

[doctorgingerspice]

“Right this way.”