"Starve a cold, feed a fever," Parker sing-songed. "Except you always feed yourself, so that really doesn't make any sense." She frowned. "How long are you going to be sick? And did you tell Hardison I was going to be playing with knives?"
Just in case that surreality hadn't kicked in enough yet.
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Date: 2016-02-01 05:07 am (UTC)Just in case that surreality hadn't kicked in enough yet.