"No," Bridge looks up from the pile of books he's currently sorting through with dismay. "There's a *lot* of work to do," he says, gesturing around at the library. Though it looks a lot better than it did right after the explosion, it's still in a state of general disarray. "I thought I'd at least have time to go down there for lunch, but..." he trails off.
"Suck, dude," Anders says. The disarray scares him -- whether it's the magnitude of the mess or the amount of books, he's not quite sure. "I was kinda hoping we could hang out down there today."
Bridge shrugs. "I have a responsibility to work in the library, and plus I don't want it looking like this any longer than absolutely necessary," he looks thoughtful for a minute. "Though, if you're going there anyway..."
"Best best friend ever," Bridge grins, going over to the library counter where he'd stashed a small drink cooler. "Lemonade, because I am a dork. Id've brought some for everyone if I'd known I wouldn't be delivering it myself, but uh..." he looks apologetically at Anders.
Anders laughs. "It's all good, dude," he says. "I've got stuff for me and Bel and Phoebe anyway. Though maybe tomorrow we should do a joint-lemonade project."
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