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Lights dimmed, head down.

Killer migraine.

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{Signs} What's the date?

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[She looks at him carefully.] Christmas Eve?

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*Poker faced*

{Signs} Doable, but I have to leave on the 26th.

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[She grins a little, happy with that answer.] And why the 26th? Got a pressing meeting you didn't tell me about?

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{Signs} Cobb.

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Have you been in touch? How is he?

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{Signs} He's getting back into the routine of being a full time father. School, lunches and other activities.

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I bet it's thrilling. You'll pass along my greetings, I hope?

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{Signs} I'll let him know.

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Don't let the kids get jelly all over your nice ties.

Night!

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{Signs} I do have other clothes.

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Like what? Your pajamas? [She's teasing, really.]

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*Just shaking his head and smiles.*

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Do you like Cobb's kids? Do they call you Uncle Arthur and make you play with them?

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{Signs} I suppose I do. I did drop by a couple of times.

They weren't quite old enough to play when I was around the most, and no. No uncle. Just Arthur.

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I would be encouraging the uncle thing. [She smiles at the thought.] So it's been a while since you've seen them?

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*The first sentence gets a speculative look.*

{Signs} Yes. Several months.

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What? It'd be cute. Uncle Arthur. Just thinking about it makes me want to pinch your cheeks. A couple of kids climbing on you, calling you uncle... Way cute.

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{Signs} No thank you.

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Don't you like kids?

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{Signs} It isn't the children I'm protesting to.

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You just don't want to be anybody's uncle?

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{Signs} You can say that.

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And how would you say it? [She tilts her head at him, a curious look on her face that he knows all too well.]

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{Signs} Just Arthur.