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Gwen Cooper (welshcurves) wrote in silverage,

"No, not usually," Gwen answered. "But I've asked it quite a bit, and I'm starting to think it will become the first question one asks around here." She turned in the booth a bit more so she could get a look at Remus, her eyes sweeping over his injuries quickly. "You look like you got into a fight with a weevil and the weevil won," she commented.

She glanced down at Anwen who had practically fallen asleep with the bottle in her mouth. She tried to remove the bottle, and the two week old infant shook herself awake in protest and began to suck again. "I'm Gwen Harkness," she said, still hesitating a bit before the last name, "and this ravenous beast is Anwen. I'd offer a hand, but she's demanding I keep them both for her use for now."

She glanced at her plate, still containing two rashers of bacon, two poached eggs, and a piece of toast, all of which were cooling, and she couldn't help but wish she'd managed to talk Jack into leaving their wash to come with them. If she had, he'd be the one holding Anwen while she ate, and then they'd switch off.