James ran a hand through his hair, getting the chicken and potatoes out of the microwave. He didn't know if he should tell Cepheus that he'd gone to a club or not. There'd probably be pictures somewhere.
"Molly sent biscuits again," he said. "I put the tin down somewhere when I came home earlier." Threw it somewhere. "I left and went to a bar. Since you were busy." James prodded at his food for a moment, then ate one of the potatoes, chewing carefully. It was burnt and dry, but other than that. "It's good."
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