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[prettier]

So lunch is going to be fun.

[Here, take your sick bucket, woman. Freddie gets close enough to examine her condition for himself.]

...I can run you a shower if you like. I've got five minutes.

[medals]

[small grabby hands as she takes it and then, head lolling somewhere on the mattress,] Wouldn't dream of keeping you from your morning shag. [#stilldrunk]

[prettier]

Yeah well, he's making himself beautiful, first.

[ie: John's wandered into the bathroom, probably for a piss, and doesn't yet know Freddie's awake or making plans.]

Could take a while.

[medals]

Mmm. Has to carefully trim his nose hairs. Or somethin'.

[there is a lot of twisting on Jem's part as she seeks out parts of the bed that are especially cold: a grunt comes from somewhere under the covers, which probably means she just heeled petre in the groin, but it's christmas. who cares. ]

You look horrifically and unfairly fine.

[prettier]

I'm always unfairly fine.

[He puts a hand out, waiting for Jem to finish wriggling before testing the heat of her sweaty forehead. The third lump in the bed gets a mildly concerned glance when it doesn't stir after being kicked.]

He's not dead, is he?

[medals]

Course he's not dead, he's immortal.

[a suspicously quiet immortal, but nontheless. ] And I've got a hangover coming, not the flu.