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The Roof// Friday Evening
Seras had, once again, spent the day in her room. However, rather then shivering under the covers, she'd merely been curled up in bed reading some of her favourite adventure novels.
Now, with her head full of deeds of daring do done by people more noble and lucky than they had any right to be, Seras climbed up onto the roof for some fresh air.
Growing up in either the city or in institutions who had a definite 'inside before dark' policy, Seras had yet to grow tired of gazing up at the stars.
She found a cozy place, took out a scarf she'd been knitting, and settled in to enjoy the show.
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Now, with her head full of deeds of daring do done by people more noble and lucky than they had any right to be, Seras climbed up onto the roof for some fresh air.
Growing up in either the city or in institutions who had a definite 'inside before dark' policy, Seras had yet to grow tired of gazing up at the stars.
She found a cozy place, took out a scarf she'd been knitting, and settled in to enjoy the show.
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"What's that you're messing about with?"
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"You're building a distillery on the roof?"
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"Well...the potatoes have to become liquid at some point. Unless you just want alcoholic potatoes or something."
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"I don't mean to be a wet blanket," she said, "No pun intended. I think it's brilliant that you've built a functioning distillery all on your own."
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"That's better than if you got so bogged down in all the little details that you never got anything done."
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"I suppose. But, I think you'd eventually figure it out yourself. Personally, it'd drive me mad, someone always hanging about, looking over what I was doing."
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But, that was improving.
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"I've never had one, so I wouldn't know. I...I'm sorry?" she said, feeling badly that Cally missed Anders.
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"Um...what about it do you miss?" she asked, genuinely mystified.
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