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It's not a cold. It's allergies.

Allergies to what, oxygen?

Yes. [Said from her spot on the couch, all of which is hers and you can't have it. She won't share. She's also buried under blankets and holding a Hello, Kitty mug of hot tea Alfred made her.]

Completely. It's a new allergy. Just sprang up today.

[And there's a coughing fit and a sour look from Mindy.]

Blow your nose anyway. [Passes over the handkerchief she uses to clean blood off her sword.]

[Well fine, Dick is going to have to sit down on the very edge of the couch then in this case.]

You need anything?

[Mindy glances at the nearest clock, trying to not look as pathetic as she feels. It's probably not working all that well.] Another shot of medicine. Which was due about twenty minutes ago but I [conveniently] forgot.

And someone to watch a movie with.

[This would be the part where she gives Dick more room on the couch. And puppy eyes.]

[Just...eyeing the handkerchief.] When was the last time this was washed? Where'd the box of Puffs with Vicks go?

[You used it all, Mindy.]

Those things run out, you know. It's not going to hurt you, relax.

Yeah, but they smell really great minus the nasty feeling the rub leaves.

[But she takes the handkerchief and blows her nose, anyway. And holds onto it. She's not giving it back until she's done with it.]

My head hurts.

[Pouting. So much of it. As violent as she is, she can still be a kid.]

Can you really smell anything right now?

[Fair enough; she's not going to petition a kid to return something she's just blown her nose on.] You probably need a nap. When was the last time you got a full night's sleep?

Not unless I try really hard. [She has to think about the next question, B. Her issues include sleeping problems so she sort of shrugs.] No clue. I think two nights ago?

That's probably why you feel so rotten. Rest up and you'll feel better in the morning.

[But, B. That sounds really super boring. Mindy squirms in her spot on the couch.]

Just a short nap or I'll be up all night.

You'll probably be up all night anyway.

Probably. [At least she doesn't deny she has issues sleeping.]

If I stay on the couch, can I rest while playing a video game? That counts, right?

If you're playing the game in your sleep, then yes, it counts.

Damn...[Your logic is unfair. Highly unfair. She won't be leaving the couch, though. It's comfortable.] Can I fall asleep watching a movie?

[Parental logic cannot be challenged! Well it can, but usually unsuccessfully.] I don't see why not.

[The one good thing Damian Macready did for his daughter? He taught her how to be obedient. So arguments regarding parental logic are probably few and far between.

She looks relieved that she can stay on the couch, even smiling some.] You gonna watch the movie with me?

[B smiles, her eyes sad for just a second, then nods.] Sure, if your taste in movies is as good as your technique.

If it's by John Woo, chances are I'll love it.

[Mindy sure did see that sadness, but she's not sure what to say to it. She's almost certain asking isn't acceptable at the moment so she leaves it for now.]

John Woo is definitely on the table. [Smart girl, Mindy. It's unlikely B would have explained, and she brushes past it easily.] Have you seen Tiě hàn róu qíng?

That was his directorial debut! Nineteen seventy-four. The Young Dragons. Choreographed by Jackie Chan. [She grins a bit sheepishly.] I mighta seen it once or twice.

Yeah, that one! [Oh, she likes Mindy, the kid has good taste.] Do you wanna watch it or should we go for another one?

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