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"Good morning!" she said scooting over for Nadia.

Seras waved to Nadia because talking made echoey badness happen in her head.

Walter looked at Nadia and Seras and nodded, "Hey."

Then he went back to eating with a singular focus on "wow, subs."

As Nadia was very carefully not being mad at Walter, she knew she should be concerned at the fact that he wasn't being his usual talkative self.

"Everything okay?"

Walter looked away from his food and nodded carefully. "It seems so. I just woke up feeling a bit out of sorts. How are you?"

"Out of sorts" was a great way to say it. "About the same. I figured I had a dream or something that I wasn't remembering."

See? No reason to be mad at him. None at all.

Dream?

Nadia's mentioning dreams brought something to the forefront of Seras' mind. The taste that she'd had in her mouth when she woke up this morning.

"Sambuca...?" she muttered.

Pippi looked around the table at all her friends.

"Okay." she said putting her sandwich down. "Can anybody give me a good reason we're all tippy-toeing around eachother?"

"No. I have no good idea. Unless it's just one of those Fandom things. Maybe we all shared a bad dream last night and don't remember it."

"Yes." Pippi nodded, "Good, great, glad to hear it. So let's stop it before I have to do something drastic."

"It does sort of feel that way," he said slowly. "Like one of those dreams that leaves you spending the day checking to make sure you didn't accidentally cut off a hand. Or that might just be one of my dreams."

Seras looked over at Walter and nodded.

"I think that may just be you Dornez," she said, "But I know what you mean. I've got the mother of all hangover, and I don't remember why I wanted to drink so much."

"With me its more checking to make sure my eyes are still brown and my neck is okay," Nadia said quietly, then continued in a more normal tone. "Do you think it's a Fandom thing?"

"When isn't it?"

"I don't know what else it could be, since I don't remember doing anything to make me feel as though I should be expecting you to mallet me. Or get another forking from Seras."

"I'm not going to mallet you. I don't think I have a reason to, do I?" She didn't mention that she was carrying her mallet around, today. "We're okay. Right?"

Seras nodded.

"I have been resisting the urge to bash Walter over the head with my lunch tray. But, I'm not sure why. So, I'm not going to."

Walter smiled wanly at Seras. "Thank you for your restraint, since for some reason, I feel as though I would deserve it."

He put his food down and leaned toward Nadia. "I really want us to be okay."

Nadia sighed. "I do, too, but I feel as though you would deserve getting whapped by Seras' tray, too." She shook her head, smiling. "What did you do, dumbass?"

"If I knew, I'd swear never to do it again."

Seras chuckled.

"Maybe I should just thwap you on principle. And we'd all feel better."

Pippi handed Seras a Feesh steeck with which to thwap Walter.

"A fair compromise," said Seras, taking the fish stick then brandishing it at Walter, "En garde, Dornez!"

"You could put someone's eye out with that," Pip said as he sat down. "Never underestimate the power of a fish stick in hand to hand combat."

Walter threw his arms out to bare his chest to the dread thrust of the vorpal fish stick.

"Have at ye."