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[oneman_onevote]

There is a table. On it is a jar of sugar cubes, a jug of milk, a bottle of whiskey, and a large and steaming pot of coffee, a judicious distance from the double baby-carrier. Melodic burbling comes from within.

Havelock eyes one baby with a look that is somewhere around mildly puzzled, while Puck cheerfully sneaks his third lump of sugar and crunches it.

It's 'meet the Missus' day, apparently.

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[awesome_lilly]

The Missus is a few minutes late, but it's not her fault! There are very few ettiquete books that tell you what to bring to tea with your accidental husband, his trained killer boyfriend, and the orphans that were thrown at you and said husband just after the accidental wedding.

Of course, Lilly wouldn't have read them anyway. She's just going with her instincts, and those instincts say booze. Bottle in hand, she knocks on the door.

"Hello?"