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Steph's cleaning up. The windows are wide open and she can hear voices from the lake, people laughing and talking; in the hall, every so often, someone runs up and down happily. The whole bar feels lighter, warmer, since the questers came back with the cure; everyone's happy.
She doesn't own that much, but she'd kinda let everything go while she was too sick to move, so there'd been clothes and books and water glasses lying around everywhere. She tosses the last pair of jeans into a drawer and flops triumphantly down on her bed, just enjoying the day and the mood.
[millitimed to After Sick Plot Is Done, for great ease of conversation, and Before Steph Leaves Bar, for great logical sequence of events.]
She doesn't own that much, but she'd kinda let everything go while she was too sick to move, so there'd been clothes and books and water glasses lying around everywhere. She tosses the last pair of jeans into a drawer and flops triumphantly down on her bed, just enjoying the day and the mood.
[millitimed to After Sick Plot Is Done, for great ease of conversation, and Before Steph Leaves Bar, for great logical sequence of events.]
