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*Eats Swedish fish from a bag.*

*blinks slightly drunkly at her* Fresh?

*Looks up and offers the bag up to him, nodding.*

*takes one* Thanks.

*Nods once more before she eats another fish and swings her feet.* Ah dun like de way ah talk.

You don't. Why not, Ms. Taggart?

Don't sound like every body else. *Eats another fish.* Some people t'ink ah'm stupid.

I don't think you're stupid, Dagny. You just don't sound like a New Yorker.

Why tank ya, John. Guess everyone in New York t'inks everyone else should sound like dem, huh?

New Yorkers are selfish.

Ya sound a little upset 'bout dat, John.

Not upset. Just frustrated by it.

Wuts wrong, ya have a tough day? *Offers him the fish again.*

*takes two this time* The headache never went all the way away.

*Frowns a little bit, mulling this over. Shaking her head she glances over at his head.* Well mebe ya got some stress or somet'ing.

It is entirely possible. Did someone call you stupid, Dagny?

Mebe ya knocked somet'ing lose. Not as such, no. Dey don't gotta say it.

Did someone think it?

Ah can't hear dat no mor', ya know dat.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Ain't notta t'ing. Could be worse. *Though, she thinks about pushing him over and hitting him with her fish.*

*glances at her and smiles* Can I have another fish?

Uh-huh. *Returning his smile she offers him the bag once more.*

Thank you.

...

I'm sorry I got angry with you the other day.

Ya welcome. *Frowns, trying to think what he's talking about.*

What time, whaddya mean?

Talking about the time machine.

Ahhh, ah fergot 'bout dat. *Shrugs.* Ya was sore 'bout somet'ing.

Anyway... I'm sorry.

T'ank ya fer sayin' sorry. It means a lot. Why was ya so mad?

I was mad because I felt like you were dismissing what I'd said because I wouldn't give you any details.

Ya ain't give me details on a lot o' t'ings. Ah didn't mean ta dismiss ya.

I guess we both didn't handle it very well. As long as you know that I'm sorry.

Ah'm sorry, ta den. We square? *Offers a hand.*

*takes her hand and shakes it, then kisses the back of it* Yes, ma'am.

*Her fingers squeeze his, and her grin has a bit more of a maniacal then before.* Ah ya was always ah gentleman.

*lets go of her hand and nods* I'll leave you to your fish, then.

Ya like some more? *Offers him up the bag.*

No, thank you. I think I'm going to go stick my head under a pillow and pray to God for sleep.

*Leaning over, she cups the back of his head and kisses his forehead gently, trying to muster up enough energy to touch him and calm him.*

*surprised by the kiss, he smiles and closes his eyes* Thank you, Dagny.

Ya'll be fine, John. *Her fingers slide down the back of his head before she moves back to her fish and her leg swinging.*

*nods and keeps his head bowed another moment before getting up and walking away*