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Tyler stood from the table with Alex, meeting Stacy halfway. "Hey...I'm doing alright. Gren's folks made chowder, if you're hungry," he said, gesturing to the pot and the stack of bowls. "Apparently, it's amazing, though I haven't tried it yet..."

Azana nudged Sosol, pointing toward Tyler with a spoon. "This should be fun to watch..."
"Az...give the guy some space." He said, enjoying another spoonful of his chowder. "Okay, I am definitely getting a lesson before she leaves..."

"I don't think Stella's finished off the stash yet," Sosol joked, concentrating as a bottle made its way to the top of the bar.

Good luck, Ty. He thought with a smile.

"Er, sure," Tyler answered, following behind to get a bowl of his own. "What have you been up to lately? You haven't been around much..." It wasn't much, but he was curious...as long as he could keep her talking about herself, perhaps he wouldn't make a total a** of himself.

Azana snickered quietly to herself. She was happy for the genius, but she still wanted to see him squirm a bit.

((And dammit, I think the boy is bringing over pizza now! I'll try to be on later.))

"It's been quiet around here, lately, and that's like winning the lottery for a cop, especially when she's a superhero. I thought I'd take advantage of it. You weren't worried about me, were you?"

((Have fun and give my regards to the pepperoni.))

Alex's eyes slowly opened and blinked a couple of times. Immediately she began coughing and lifted her head from the table, covering her mouth with both hands as her eyes tightly closed. It took about a minute in a half for the coughing to stop and she was gasping for air afterward. She moved her hands away and looked into them as her face faded back to bored. No blood. She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair as she looked at the screen of her laptop before looking down at the phone.

On it displayed one missed call. It was its vibrating that had awakened her. She flipped it open and pressed a few buttons before holding it to her ear to listen. She then flipped it closed and saved the eighty pages she had written that night to get her editor off her back. She stood and pocketed her phone and walked towards the door, taking out a cigarette and lighter as she made her way out the door. She was sure that whatever the doctor had to tell her, it was something she already knew.

MacPere nodded as he spoke into the microphone of his earpiece, flicking through notes on his phone. "Mhm. Yes, the measurements are correct. I'll need them both by the 10th, however, apologies for the short notice... By the 9th instead? Oh wow, thank you..."

Tyler came downstairs with a yawn, seating himself at his normal table, one of the few uncarved ones around the Inn. It remained messy with bits and pieces, a refurbished GPS device sitting in the eye of the storm. He had been making plenty of progress, though his design was working from memory and he was forced to adapt to the new interface. Despite all that, it gave him something to do rather than thinking too much about life.

Tyler looked over to Gregor, grinning slightly at his interest. "I'm making a new and improved version of something I lent to your son...being without it so long, I've begun to realize how much I relied upon it."

He pushed the drawn designs toward Greg, wondering what his reaction would be. If Gren got his cooking skills from his mother, he had an idea of the source of his technical prowess...well, besides his being from the future.