Third Floor Common Room, Sunday brunch-ish

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Omelette time. After a week with Cafe Fina closed, Walter was willing to wait on other people again. At least after a fashion. In this case it meant that he had the appropriate setup for omelettes of almost any variety, a happy hellpuppy underfoot, and a good mood.

He flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and found something on the History Channel that wasn't about WWII or war at all for a change. Hurrah for Leonardo da Vinci for distracting the History Channel execs from war for a little while.

[ooc: Open for all, of course.]

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Walter nodded solemnly. "I have a strict no forking rule for sparring."

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"Good. I don't like it when you get forked," Nadia said sleepily.

She was definitely going to be late for work.

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"Did you get any rest at all last night?" Walter asked, growing more concerned by Nadia's obvious fatigue. The question, Were you having nightmares? went unsaid.

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"Mmhm." Nadia forced herself to sit up and be awake. "I should get going, soon."

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"Right. Work is important." Which it was, and Walter couldn't encourage her to skip it even if he was concerned. "I might check up on you stop by later."

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Nadia told herself in no uncertain terms that she should be standing up and heading out now.

She continued sitting. "Okay,"

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Walter made a note to bring her some coffee and soup later in the day. She just wasn't looking well.