Suite 232

[awesome_lilly]

Last night, Lilly got stabbed. It gets a little hazy after that, but she's fairly sure that she's going to live... as much as she generally does.

She's ensconced on the couch with pain pills and Jello in easy reach, flipping between a telenovela and cheesy cable movies. While she's no longer hopped up on adrenaline, pot brownies, and Everclear she's still fairly woozy.

Good times.

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[awesome_lilly]

And it is. Lilly straightens up a little, beaming.

"Of course. I mean, hi, if you haven't learned that after a couple of years in Milliways, you never will. Plus, generally the aftermath comes with baked goods."

[mnt_raph]

"This is true. Few things in life you can always count on, an' not bein' able to breathe on account of the bakin' after a crisis is one of 'em."

Raph shakes his head, the Fuckin' Mikey is implied.

[awesome_lilly]

"It's kinda nice," Lilly says thoughtfully.

"I mean, yeah I'll have to go on a totally stricter workout because these brownies are so not low-fat, but I have to do that anyway. I'm getting new training, did I tell you? Possibly both piloting and shooting."