DTC. The Tavern and Gerard and Deepdancer's Home. Married Fancypants.

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Ratchet: *gave all his friends hot sake. Lots of it, because he had three bottles! Now the sake's gone and they've got a big smoking bowl of hot rum and melted cheese*

Perceptor: *propped up in the corner, is quoting "Boot to the Head" from memory, since he seems to have misplaced his glasses.... And he's had far more to drink than he normally would*

Flashpoint: *feeding husband bits of cheese and bread*

Tracks: *eating, and holding a cheese rind for Rose to suck on as he listens to the story and watches flaming toast torches get waved to the sound of laughter*

Ironhide: *dips toast into the cheese and rum, then sticks her hand in her husband's face to muffle a burp* Ah cain't 'eah Perceh. *squints slightly* ...'E's readin' th't book upsahd down.

Old Lumen: *looks* *snerk* I don't think he can even see what he's reading..... If he's even reading....

Kriti: *offering toast with cheese and rum on it to Raoul*

Raoul: *sleepy smile as he eats the offered food. Has an armload of babies, including Mira's new little lizardbaby son, Acorn. Who just got finished having a hissyfit with Snarl and is now snuggling and hugging him as they sleep*

Perceptor: *really getting into the fine oratorical style he tends to read out loud in*

WakeJumper: .... I don't think I've ever seen him this plastered... *noms bread*

Trailbreaker: *glances toward Kriti squeak as Raoul pulls her down to join him and his armful of sleeping babies in his chair, then turns his attention back to his wife, who is dancing near his chair. Grins and has more toast and cheesy stuff*

Sludge: *is dancing too! Under Mama and Daddy's chair, dancing her doll baby to sleep as she gnaws a bit of hard old cheese rind. Happy fat lizardbaby!*

Kriti: *snuggles husband and babies, is one content lady*

Old Lumen: *looking around* Where did Percy's glasses get to, anyway?

Gerard: *reclining in the other armchair with a very mellow Deepdancer* They're up on his head. *like he's currently wearing his own*

Sideswipe: *sitting with an Anna on his lap and a little Anna passed out on the floor by his stool. Is leaning back against the well inscribed wall* Yup...

Chromia: *chuckling as she watches Perceptor punctuate part of the story with a sweeping gesture, then pats the dragon egg that's tucked into the front of her tunic*

Sunstreaker: *quiet cheer for the gesture, waving his cheese and rum dipped toast in the air*

Showtime: *amused as she watches Sunstreaker cheer, is currently holding sleeping babbies*

Eruiste: *sudden clear elvish laughter as the bread on her toasting fork becomes a torch. Is sitting on a husband who she's not sure is awake anymore*

Young Lumen: *snoring softly. Has warmth, has wife, and has a full belly. All is well in the world*

Ironhide: *glances over at flaming bread and snerks softly, then toasts her own bread with a breath... and lights it on fire too*

Chromia: *laughs at that*

Ironhide: *wide grin as she dunks flaming bread in cheese stuff*

Hound: *chuckles at that, and then offers another piece of well dunked toast to his wife, his blue eyes gentle as he looks at her*

Desinex: *leans and nabs the offered piece of toast, giving her husband a small smile*

Hound: *touches her cheek gently*

Dion: *passed out in a heap with Banshee*

Magnus: *fussing over Jazz a bit* *is paying Dion no mind*

Jazz: *mouth full of warm cheese, bread, and booze* Hmmm. *swallow* ...Did he jes' start that story over again?

Magnus: *listens* .... Yup. I think he's drunk....

Jazz: *small chuckle* He ain't the only one. *lays her head back and blinks sleepily, then snerks softly as Bumblebee bumps Trailbreaker's shoulder with her butt just as he was going to put cheese dipped toast in his mouth*

Magnus: *snerks as he watches Trailbreaker and Bumblebee*

Jazz: Toast in yer eye. *turns her head and looks up at Magnus* I could use more in my belly.

Magnus: *offers more toast*

Jazz: *has a bite and then studies him from under her eyelashes, getting a close look at him for the first time since she wound up in this strange world and met the man*

Magnus: *even when he's relaxing, he's watching the goings on around him, though not in a tense way. He just tends to watch people, making note of their quirks and habits with those serious blue eyes of his*

Jazz: *slight grin as she watches those eyes flick toward Ratchet's good natured smacking of Wheeljack and gIronhide before the physician starts another batch of cheese and rum in the bowl. She'd often thought that humans were cute little things, but she'd never realized that they could actually be handsome*

Wheeljack: *laughs and gives Ratchet a bit of heckling* *acks as Chromia baps him as well*

Magnus: *slight quirk of a grin as he watches*

Bluestreak: *merry from sake, rummy cheese, and a good story. Laughs and pokes her husband, who then winds up in gIronhide's lap*

gIronhide: Hey, I don't care how cold your butt is from sitting on the floor. I ain't a stool. *shoves honorary brother back onto the rush strewn flagstones*

Wheeljack: *laughing muchly now* *long since abandoned his mask in favor of eating good food*

snake: *was helping master eat the food, but now he's laying on his back with his belly toward the fire. Yes, it's a drunk talking viper*

Jazz: *watches Bluestreak cuddle her husband, and then looks back to the man whose shoulder she's leaning against*

Magnus: *offering another bite of toast*

Jazz: *takes it absently, still watching him*

Ironhide: *blinks and ducks as Percy drops his book* 'Ey, what th' slag? *looks up and laughs*

Kia: *supporting badly listing husband*

Perceptor: *sounds so confused* Oh dear... The room is tilting.....

WakeJumper: *snickerfit* I think you've had enough, Percy....

Ironhide: *gets up, grabs Percy by the front of his robe, and sits him in Kia's seat as Kia gets up from the sawn log straight chair*

Perceptor: *confused sound, bleary blinking and squinty face is a go*

WakeJumper: *chuckles* I think he's done....

Magnus: *soft 'heh'*

Kia: *gentle pat for husband, then stoops and picks up the book to hand it to him before standing tall and beginning to recite the story in her own sweet, clear voice*

Jazz: *quietly* You guys really like that story.

Magnus: Yeah.... It's one of the old stories that's been told so many times that everyone knows it....

Jazz: So why not get a new story?

Bluestreak: *blinks toward Jazz as she overhears that*

Thrrpt: *snerks and stuffs her mouth full, then makes fishface at her dad*

WakeJumper: *reaches and gently squeezes Thrrpt's cheeks*

others: *roar of laughter and 'gross!' as Thrrpt's cheese comes back out*

Magnus: *shrugs* It entertains the rowdies. *doesn't really understand the need for a new story*

Jazz: *watches his face* 'N it entertains you, too.

Magnus: *nods, wondering what Jazz is getting at*

Jazz: Man... everything's so different here. *watches Thrrpt try to stick toast up her dad's nose*

WakeJumper: *protesting the toast up nose*

Perceptor: *mumbling along with the story, though it's clear he's fallen asleep*

guy from the door: Lady Clara and Lady Emily?

Ironhide: *frowns as she turns from braiding husband beard* Whut now?

guy: *blink blink blink. Clunk*

Chromia: *looks over from playing with Ratchet's hair as he happily stirs the new batch of cheese and rum*

Magnus: *looks over as well*

Gerard: King Orion certainly knows who to send for the most laughs.

Mathew: *gets up and walks over to see if he can't wake the man up* *looks over shoulder after a bit of poking* He's bringing your Christmas present, Aunties. *holds up two big bottles of premium royal brandy*

Ironhide: *whoop!*

Chromia: *GRIN*

Mathew: *brings the bottles over and delivers them, along with the letters the courier also brought. Then takes the man out to go dump him gently in the living room of Gerard and Deepdancer's little stone cottage*

Ironhide: We got preserved cherries, raght?

Anna: Yup. Gimme a mo. *hops up to go get the cherries and some other things*

Chromia: *having a quick swig out of one of the bottles* Mmmm....

Ironhide: Sweet? *takes the top off hers and sniffs* Ohhhhh.

Chromia: 'S good.... *grin*

Anna: *back with a big bowl of canned cherries, all ready to be drowned in brandy and set on fire* Perfect dessert.

Sideswipe: *really hoping the sisters are sharing!*

Chromia: *sharing some of the brandy with everyone who wants some*

Jazz: *eyes wide after she's had her swig from the bottle* ...That some kind of wine?

Magnus: It's brandy.... From the cellars of Chromia and Ironhide's cousin. *grin*

Jazz: ...The king?

bowl of cherries: *on fire!*

Magnus: *nods* *looks to the bowl of cherries* Heh....

Ironhide: *using her cheese fork to go cherry fishing!*

Old Lumen: *doing likewise*

Kriti: *curious expression is a go as she watches Mama*

Ironhide: *offers that flaming cherry to her husband, a big grin on her face*

Old Lumen: *carefully blows out the flames and eats the cherry*

Gerard: *grinning as well as he too uses his cheese fork to go fishing*

Nightwish: *woke up by the smell of flaming brandy. Elbows her husband*

Viisaus: *awake!*

Gerard: *blows out his cherry and gives Deepdancer a quizzical look*

Deepdancer: *actually leans forward to eat it*

Gerard: *happily fishes for another*

Trailbreaker: *leans forward to fish himself*

Wheeljill: Oooooooo *fish fish!*

Desinex: *going fishing as well!*

Raoul: *eyes bright as he watches them*

Kriti: *will go get some of the cherries for Raoul then*

Ratchet: Mia... burning cherries? *amazed by this*

Chromia: *nods and offers one of the cherries after carefully blowing the flames out* 'S good.

Anna: *back* I found it!

Gerard: Oh, that's a relief. *big grin*

Ironhide: *pauses with cherry half way to Lumen mouth* Chocolate syrup?

Gerard: Yes! I brought it when I first came. *happy old man*

Ironhide: Stick it over 'eah, Anna.

Anna: *opens the big jar and sets it by the cheese-and-rum bowl*

Ironhide: *dips cherry and then pokes it at Old Lumen mouth*

Old Lumen: *pleased chuckle as he eats the offered cherry*

Jazz: *low and interested* Chocolate!

Magnus: *blinks a bit and nods to Chromia when the War Master looks his way*

Chromia: *chuckles and brings some of the cherries over after dipping them in the chocolate syrup*

Jazz: *softly, as she watches with bright eyes* Man, Spike 'n Carly ate that stuff all the time. They said it was crazy.

Magnus: It is pretty good.... *thanks Chromia and offers Jazz one of the cherries*

Jazz: *cautious nibble, and then those bright dark eyes positively light up*

Magnus: *small smile as he sees that*

Jazz: *eats that whole cherry, her eyes now closing as she savours it. And then she chuckles as the caffeine in the chocolate syrup joins the sake and rum she's had to finally give her a buzz*

Magnus: *soft chuckle, will give a gentle back rub*

Jazz: *going to try and feed Magnus a cherry*

Magnus: *careful lean, nabs the cherry and eats happily*

Jazz: You got some on your lip, Maggy.

Magnus: *blinks a bit* Will you wipe it off for me then?

Jazz: Sure, baby. *leans up without thinking and snogs it off*

Ironhide: *glances over and then nearly falls off Old Lumen's knee laughing*

Old Lumen: *looks, and then he's laughing as well*

Old Mira: I see that! *big grin*

Magnus: *so surprised!*

Sunstreaker: *wolf whistle*

Sludge: *cheers about the laughing and the whistle*

other babies: *sleep right through the noise*

Raoul: *big grin on his face*

Kriti: *grinning like a loon*

Gerard: Oh dear! *big grin*

Kia: *pauses her story recitation and turns her cloaked head* ...What has happened?

Bluestreak: *hiding her cheeks with her hands as she laughs*

Tracks: *boots his brother in law as he laughs too*

Flashpoint: *so amused, will go poke Viisaus and see if he's up to performing an impromptu wedding*

Wish: *gentle elbow for husband, and then offers him a cherry, knowing that the alcohol's been burned away and left only the good flavour to mingle with cherry and chocolate*

Viisaus: *will carefully eat the offered cherry before moving to get up and approach Jazz and Magnus*

Jazz: *breaks the kiss, grinning dizzily* Daaang.

Magnus: *now has a bit of a stupid grin on his face*

Viisaus: *studying the two grinners* I'm not sure they're capable of being married in any manner at the moment....

Jazz: *blinks* Married?

Magnus: ... *and now he's blushing*

Viisaus: *chuckles and gently patpats Jazz's shoulder before moving to return to his wife's side*

Jazz: *softly* Maggy?

Magnus: *quietly, still blushing* Yes, Jazz?

Jazz: Does kissin' mean we need ta get married? *still leaning against him comfortably*

Magnus: It could mean we're courting.... If you'd prefer that....

Jazz: If we were married, you could sleep by me without gettin' in trouble?

Magnus: ...I suppose so... *yes, he still has to be knocked around a bit each night before he'll lay down and sleep next to Jazz*

Jazz: *grabs him by the front of the tunic and drags his face down, and then really snogs him*

Ironhide: *does fall off Lu's knee this time, laughing and hugging Sludge as the lizardbaby pounces on her*

Old Lumen: *rowdy cheer!*

Wheeljack: *chanting drunkenly* Hitch it, hitch it!

Tracks: I do think a wedding is in order, Viisaus. *broad grin over Rose's fuzzy little head*

Viisaus: *coming back over to the couple, is highly amused**

Nightwish: *shoulders actually shaking in silent laughter as she leans her elbows on Sparrow's head which rests sleeping in her lap*

Jazz: *breaks kiss to gasp for air*

Magnus: *dizzy grin as he looks to Viisaus*

Viisaus: *chuckles* Jazz, do you promise to be faithful to Magnus?

Jazz: *silent nod, is still trying to reoxygenate herself*

Viisaus: *looks to Magnus* Magnus, do you promise to be faithful to Jazz?

Magnus: *nods and grins, carefully pulling the woman closer so he can gently nuzzle her hair*

Ironhide: *quietly, mindful of Magnus' social position back in the Capitol* Ask 'im if 'e's gonna share 'is titles 'n privileges wit' Jazz.

Old Lumen: You didn't do that for me. *chuckle*

Ironhide: *looks up at him* Ah don't got aneh.

Viisaus: *slight nod to show he heard you, Ironhide* *to Magnus* Are you going to share your titles and privileges with Jazz?

Magnus: *nod* All I have is hers.

Jazz: *quietly, still puffing softly* I got no idea what that means, man.

Magnus: *softly* Don't worry about it. I've got your back.

Jazz: *grins and leans her face against his shoulder*

Viisaus: *looks around the room* Does anyone object to this union?

Tracks: Oh, I most heartily approve. I can't wait to see what my dear cousin thinks of his new daughter in law. *such a snotty grin*

Flashpoint: *dirty rotten grin* Bet 't'll be more entertainin' th'n wh'n 'e 'eard 'bout me.

Tracks: *thoughtful look* Now why didn't I send that wedding announcement?

Sunstreaker: Dork.

Viisaus: *chuckles* Then they're wed. I'll send notice back with the courier once the poor lad is up.... *to Tracks* Shall I send notice regarding your wedding and daughter as well?

Tracks: *smirks and kisses Rose's hair* Oh, yes, please do. I'll pay Gerard to write it out in gold ink, too.

Viisaus: *laughs and patpats Jazz's shoulder again before returning to his wife and Sparrow*

Jazz: *looks up at Magnus, eyes twinkling again*

Magnus: *gentle forehead nuzzles*

Jazz: *cuddles* Got anymore chocolate covered cherries?

Magnus: *reaches for one of the treats and pokes it at his wife's mouth*

Jazz: *eats and sighs, then turns her head slightly to glance toward the others* No more story?

Kia: *conked out with head on husband's legs*

Magnus: *looks* I think Percy and Kia are asleep....

Ironhide: *waves a flaming cherry around, and then points it at Mira*

Old Mira: *nabs the cherry and laughs*

Ironhide: We wanna storeh, Mira.

Old Mira: Alright.... *has a swig of her drink and begins telling an old Dwarven Ballad*

Jazz: Oh, there we go. *pokes the next cherry she's offered and tries to steer it toward Magnus' mouth*

Magnus: *accepts the offered cherry with a soft chuckle*

Jazz: *watches him eat and considers kissing him again, but then winces and rests her face against his shoulder*

Magnus: *notices the wince* *concerned* Jazz?

Jazz: *reluctantly* Guess I'm tired. *wistful look toward the laughing and talking and burning things and eating that continues*

Magnus: *gentle backrub*

Jazz: *deep sigh*

Gerard: *watching the new couple kindly as Deepdancer sleeps on his shoulder with her arms around her newly looted lizardman egg* There will be other nights like this, Jazz.

Magnus: *nods* *gently* With any luck, there will be many, many more...

Jazz: *sighs again, but then nods and looks up at Magnus*

Gerard: *gently* Your bed in our front room is probably nice and warm by now.

Magnus: *carefully lifting Jazz. Will wrap her up warmly against the storm outside, bring her to the cottage and sidestep the royal courier laying on the floor in order to get to the bed*

Jazz: *gasps with the return from cold and wind to warmth and calm* Daaang!

Magnus: *soothingly* Let's get you tucked in.....

Jazz: *clinging, a little bleary now from rum and chocolate* You too, Maggy. You come too.

Magnus: *soft chuckle* I have to get my outer clothes off first, Jazz....

Jazz: *blinks, then frowns at herself to see what she's got on. Sees cloaks and blankets and relaxes*

Magnus: *gently encouraging Jazz to let go of him long enough for him to shuck his outerwear, boots, and padded leggings*

Jazz: *lets go and lays back, feeling the warmth of the heated brick base seeping through the wool filled mattress. Tries to squirm over closer to the wall that the bed is built against to give him room, but her ribs protest. Groans softly and falls still*

Magnus: *once he's shucked all but his innermost layers, he's moving to help Jazz get situated on the bed, fussing and fretting as he normally does*

Jazz: *grins at him and pushes at her wraps* Wanna share the covers.

Magnus: *soft chuckle, will get situated under the covers with Jazz, sighing as his toes start to tingle due to warming up*

Jazz: *slight startle at arms around her, but then remembers watching Kriti and Raoul sleeping in front of the fire and in their chair and snuggles close* Hmmm. Nice 'n warm.

Magnus: *softly* Yeah... *gentle nuzzles* *will be nice and keep his cold feet away from you for now, Jazz*

Jazz: *quick fingers poking Magnus stomach and ribs* Heyyyy... that is soft.

Magnus: Ack! Hey!

Jazz: *startles, then winces before looking up at him quizzically* Whaat?

Magnus: That tickles....

Jazz: *blink blink* Really? Which? This? *ribs!* Or this? *belly!*

Magnus: *yelps and squirms as his ribs are poked* *will try and catch Jazz's hand as she pokes his belly*

Jazz: *eyes dancing now as she looks up at him with a big grin. Do you see the kind of lady you married, Magnus?*

Magnus: *kisses the grin*

Jazz: Hmmmm. *snuggles and returns the gesture of affection, her hand slipping out of his to go around him in a hug*

Magnus: *contented sound as he hugs his wife and takes comfort in holding her close*

Jazz: *head on his chest* Can hear yer fuel pump.

Magnus: *blinks a bit, trying to think of what Jazz means* My heart?

Jazz: The pump. *makes a soft thumping sound*

Magnus: *small nod* My heart.... *will gently take one of Jazz's hands and put it over her heart*

Jazz: Heart. Right. Spike useta talk about that. ...Said Carly owned his.

Magnus: *soft chuckle* They were in love?

Jazz: They were pretty sweet on each other. Though Sparkplug said they was just kids and didn't know too much yet.

Magnus: Heh..... Well.... You've seen how Raoul and Kriti act....

Jazz: Yeah, Spike 'n Carly weren't that close. *thoughtful sound* Though I think they might've ben around the same age.

Magnus: *slight headtilt as he thinks* I'm not even sure how old Kriti is, to be honest.... She's at least sixteen summers....

Jazz: Yeah. I kin remember Spike sayin' he was sixteen. *sighs and closes her eyes, but a tear leaks out and falls on Magnus' under tunic anyway*

Magnus: *soft, soothing sound, will gently rub your back a bit more, Jazz*

Jazz: *quietly* I still feel like I gotta get back. But... everybody says I can't.

Magnus: Maybe one of the planeswalkers can find out for sure....

Jazz: Blackout even said I can't. 'N everyone seems ta think she's an authority.

Magnus: Well... She is Outworlder.....

Jazz: She travels, too. I saw 'er vanish the other day.

Magnus: Blackout, Ratchet, Randomly, or maybe Wheeljack, might be able to figure it out..... I'd be careful about asking Wheeljack though...

Jazz: *soft snerk through her tears* Slagger talks ta a snake.

Magnus: And blows himself up for laughs.

Jazz: Yeah, that too. *snerk, gasp, groan. Jarred where she's wired together again*

Magnus: *checks the injury carefully*

Jazz: *gasp gasp* Nnnnn. Hands off, baby.

Magnus: Let me make sure you didn't make your injury worse. *worry in his voice*

Jazz: It didn' hurt that bad. *wincing and biting her lip*

Magnus: *doesn't believe you, Jazz* *is being incredibly gentle as he tries to check the area that's wired together*

Jazz: *trying not to say anything, though the spot is still very tender. It's not swollen, though, or hot*

Magnus: *relieved that the area isn't swollen or hot. Will smooth Jazz's soft tunic down again before gently snuggling her*

Jazz: *leans against him, taking comfort from the sound of his heart* Nobody else seems ta be takin' this long ta repair.

Magnus: Nobody else besides Ironhide has had injuries bad enough that Ratchet had to do surgery on them.

Jazz: *looks up* He hadta wire 'Hide back together too?

Magnus: He saved her life after a troll caved her skull in....

Jazz: *sucks in her breath and winces* Maaan, that's hard ta repair even for Transformers.

Magnus: I'm still not sure what he did, but whatever it was, it had Deepdancer cussing....

Jazz: ...Maggy, that lady cusses about everything.

Magnus: Yeah.... but some of the stuff she said the day Ratchet arrived was worse than what she normally says....

Jazz: *blinks and then goes o.0* I don't think I wanna know.

Magnus: Well, Ironhide's still with us, thanks to Ratchet, and thanks to Blackout, so that's all that matters in the end.

Jazz: *slight, sad grin* Yeah, I'd hate ta think of a word without 'Hide. We need ol' pig headed Red.

Magnus: *soft chuckle* And now we have two of 'em....

Jazz: Yeah, though the lady's more like the one I knew.

Magnus: I bet Ratchet's brother'll get his licks in once he's more relaxed....

Jazz: He's still kinda stuffy. *read formal and courtly*

Magnus: Would you believe me if I said I was worse when I first arrived?

Jazz: *snort* Yeah, but you're Ultra Magnus.

Magnus: Only if I go cater to the whims of my father. But I'm having far too much fun out here. *small stinker grin*

Jazz: *grins back... and runs her fingers along his ribs*

Magnus: *acks and squirms*

Jazz: I have no idea why, but fer some reason that makes me just wanna hug you 'n cuddle you.

Magnus: *soft razz, careful cuddles*

Jazz: *rests against him with a sigh that steadies out into even breathing as weariness, alcohol, chocolate, a fully belly, and warmth gang up on her*

courier: *sits up then over by Gerard's desk and looks around with confusion* Hello?

Magnus: *looks over his shoulder towards the courier's voice* Get some rest while you can..... *turns his attention back to cuddling his wife*

courier: *startled* Who's there?

Magnus: Magnus of Flashpoint's Squadron.

courier: ... *eyes flash in the light peeking through the shutters as he turns his head quickly* Ultra Magnus?

Magnus: Possibly. *just wants to sleep and cuddle his wife*

courier: *confused and embarrassed* Sir, I'm sorry. I have no idea how I came to be in your bed chamber.

Magnus: This isn't a bed chamber.... I'm just bunking with my wife on a guest bed in a friend's cottage. I meant what I said about getting rest though... It'll make the night go quicker.

courier: But... *yup, King Orion sent the greenest little nobleman in his employ. This kid has nooo clue about life outside the court*

Magnus: *is going to find something unpleasant to mail his cousin at some point* You're really new at this, huh?

courier: ...Sir?

Magnus: *not turning over* Around here, it's alright for friends to share homes.

courier: Ah. There are extended guests in homes in the capital, as well. Though those guests have their own suites within the home. But you know this, of course. I'm sorry, sir.

Magnus: Just get some rest.... *definitely finding something unpleasant to mail to Orion in the near future*

courier: *looks around with confusion but sees nowhere for him to sleep* Ahh. Yes, sir. *lays down on the floor, feeling very bewildered, and also stiff from already having been sleeping on the stone floor after he rolled off the fur rug he'd been dropped on*

Jazz: *murmurs in her sleep and sighs*

Magnus: *attention back on Jazz, soothing murmurs*

courier: *mortified to just now realize there's a lady here too, having been too confused by his surroundings to fully hear and understand what Magnus had said earlier. Crawls under the desk, not realizing that that is where he was supposed to be sleeping in the first place, there on Gerard's beloved furry mountain goat rug*

Magnus: *paying the courier no mind now, as he's started to nod off* *warm bed, luxuriously comfortable mattress, full belly, and lots to drink. Soon joins his new wife in slumber*

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