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First Floor Lobby, Tuesday evening

The Tick and Lockheed were in their normal seats in the lobby. In front of them was a large tray with cookies on it. In front of the tray was a sign that said, "COOKIES! Please Take!"

Tick turned to Lockheed. "You see?" he asked. "You have to watch the junk food or you'll feel sick again. Not even dragons can eat that many cookies without feeling it."

Lockheed looked up from where he was curled on the couch and grunted.

The Tick nodded as if he understood what Lockheed said, then replied, "Well, sure, if you were a giant dragon, you could eat ten times that many cookies without a problem. But you're not a giant dragon, Lockheed. As dragons go, you're kind of wee."

Lockheed grumbled noncommittally.

[OOC: Cookies for anyone who wants them. Interaction also for anyone who wants it.]

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Coming out from Veronica's room after exchanging presents, Lilly passes through the lobby.

"Oh hey, Professor... BlueBug."

Well, shit. That wasn't it, was it? Oh well. Turn on the charm.

"Those cookies look totally awesome."

"Hello, there! Please, have a cookie!" Tick said.

"And it's Professor Tick," he corrected while smiling.

"Professor Tick, of course. I'm sorry about that. I just came back from the Caribbean, I must be suffering from sunstroke."

She took a cookie, and smiled while taking a bite. Lilly waved at Lockheed, "Hi, I'm Lilly. Sorry, I don't speak Dragon. Maybe they'll offer it next semester? If they do I will so sign up," she offered cheerfully.

"Did you two have a nice holiday?"

"Don't worry about it, Lilly!" Tick said. Lockheed nodded vaguely at her interest in speaking Dragon. He'd believe it when he heard her greet him.

"Don't worry about him," Tick said. "He's a little grumpy. My holiday was just fine! It was nice and quiet here for once. Thank you for asking, Lilly!"

"You're welcome," Lilly answered, rather amused. "I just got back, so I wasn't here for Christmas. Do you celebrate Christmas, or Hanukkah, or..." She trailed off, not knowing exactly what other options there may be. Not that it particularly mattered to her. She wasn't really impressed with religion anymore, especially the 'marvel' of resurrection. "Solstice?"

[OOC: I'm being sprung from work yay. Be back in an hour or so.]

"Oh, I'm a Christmas person. It's hard not to be when you've met Santa," Tick said with glee.

"Lockheed seems to just celebrate whatever will bring him more presents."

Lockheed grunted as if there should be nothing wrong with that.

Having spent most of the day in his room again, Archie decided to venture out in search of something to do, and spotted his Criminal Justice teacher in the lobby with his small purple dragon friend. The promise of cookies on top of this proved too alluring, and Archie ventured over.

"Hello, Professor. Hello, Lockheed. How are you this evening?" he asked, bowing slightly and taking a cookie.

"Hello, Archie!" Tick said. "You were great on the radio!"

Lockheed grinned at Archie. He wondered if there might be any mischief encouraged by sugar tonight.

Archie laughed, and nearly choked on his mouthful of cookie. Swallowing it hastily, he replied, "Oh, you heard? I hadn't realized. I admit I had no idea what I was doing, but thank you!"

To Lockheed, he offered a wink and added, "Your company, and the cookies, were a pleasure. I'm still rather tired from last night's mischief, but I certainly wouldn't be averse to any that might cross paths with me tonight."

"You're welcome!" Tick said. "I was slightly surprised to hear so many people from my class hijacking the radio station, but it seemed to be in good fun."

Lockheed nodded to Archie. If there was mischief to be had, he'd be supplying the cookies.

"It was an accident," Archie said quickly. "At least, that's what I'm told; something to do with that Bridge Carson boy's mechanical dog, apparently. I assure you, we meant nothing malicious by it. Simply pent-up high spirits, I imagine. It was certainly fun, though," he chuckled, winking at Lockheed again.

"It was a well needed shot of enthusiasm, I think!" Tick said. "Just don't do it when the pirate himself is back and there shouldn't be a problem!"

"How have your holidays been, Archie?" Tick asked as he reached over and helped himself to a cookie. Lockheed glared at him.

Archie grinned and helped himself to a second cookie. "I like to think of it as doing my part to help keep the pirate honest," he remarked lightly. "And it was rather fun; I'm considering making a semi-regular habit of it, if given the opportunity. Making a formal request, of course."

He munched on the cookie for a moment before answering the Tick's question. "Fairly quiet, I suppose. I've spent them alone, mostly, although there was last night, and one or two other encounters with students. That's also a habit I think I should cultivate. Too much solitude can do funny things to the brain, it seems. But enough of that. How have your holidays been, sir?"

"My holidays have been fine, Archie! Thank you for asking!" Tick smiled. "It's been pretty quiet overall, but still nice. Aside from an evil snowman the other day, at least."

A few months ago, this statement might have given Archie significant pause. Now this was not so much the case, although he did register a brief moment of surprise. "An evil snowman? And here I heard nothing of this. Seems a shame I missed it, as now I won't be able to say I encountered one."

"It was only one snowman. I just had to knock his hat off his head and he was inanimate. It was nothing too special." Tick took another bite of his cookie because that kind of thing wasn't strange to him at all.

"Ah. Well, that's somewhat disappointing. At least in one respect." Archie chuckled and polished off the cookie in his hand; a wistful expression briefly crossed his face. "Though you know, I must say that I can think of a few people I wish I could have stopped by means as simple as knocking their hats off."

"It only works with enchanted hats, unfortunately. Where a snowman even gets an enchanted hat, I don't know," Tick said ponderingly.

"Ah, blast. There goes that idea," replied Archie, his tone forcedly light. "Well, no danger of my ingenuity becoming rusty in that case."

He fell silent for a moment, the question of where a snowman would get an enchanted hat having proved too enticing to resist. "But if he depended on the hat to be animate, how on earth did he acquire it in the first place?"

"I have no clue," Tick said. "Evil mastermind with a snowman obsession? Utter luck with a gust of wind? Who knows?" The Tick shrugged. "The important thing is that he was thwarted with a Snowball of Justice!"

"Ah," replied Archie, feeling a bit more playful now, "but now the question is what happens to a Snowball of Justice when the weather becomes too warm? Moreover, what becomes of the justice it is meant to dispense, if the snowball ceases to exist? Does the puddle of water it forms also have a duty to carry out justice?"

"Well, in this case, it doesn't matter. It was an actual snowball that I used to dispense Justice against the villain," Tick said, moderately sad that a good metaphorical question was thwarted by reality. He hated it when that happened.

"But, metaphorically speaking," Tick said, perking up, "when the Snowball of Justice melts, the Watery Runoff of Justice evaporates and eventually becomes the Precipitation of Justice, soaking Evil when it's least expected!"

"Metaphorical Justice from the heavens. It's grand style, you have to admit," replied Archie, crossing his arms over his chest and grinning broadly. "And quite the fine transformation from what seems an ignominious demise of melting in the sun."

"The renewal of water in the ecosystem is a wonderful metaphorical tool indeed!" Tick said.

Lockheed rolled his eyes at Tick. Yes, he understood what Tick was talking about. That doesn't mean he cares, though.

"You have quite the way with words, Professor," Archie replied with a smile. "I must confess I've been fascinated by your facility with metaphorical language all year. I fear I can't hope to keep pace with you in such a verbal contest, but do allow me to pay tribute to your skill."

"Thank you, Archie!" Tick said. "No tribute is necessary, though. It's just part of who I am."

"And you are a remarkable fellow, Professor," Archie replied with a smile and a brief salute. "I sincerely apologize for not doing better in your class, as it has been my pleasure to study under you this past semester."

"Thank you, Archie," Tick said, touched. Lockheed rolled his eyes.

"You did just fine when you showed up! Your absences were your only problem, Archie. Just be sure to focus next semester and you'll do just fine in all of your classes, I'm sure!"

Archie nodded. "I fully intend to do just that, sir. Your confidence in me . . . means more than you may realize. Thank you. I'll not take up any more of your time, so good night to you both."

Looking a little more at ease than he had all night, Archie took one more cookie, smiled at both Lockheed and the Tick one more time, and wandered outside to look at the stars.

"Have a good night, Archie!" Tick said. Lockheed grunted a "good night"-ish type greeting in Dragon.

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