Room 232, Saturday Afternoon

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Yesterday's attempt to create wards had been unsuccessful, so Tony was in his doorway again with a different brand of cough syrup. He had his laptop open to the protection runes, but it had a glamour that made it appear like he was playing a game of spider solitaire.

[Door and post is open! Let me know if you cross the threshold of his room.]

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"I think everyone has to get their own," Tony said. "You interested in a job as coffee boy?"

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"No," Peter said. "But now I know to bring some if I ever swing by while you're working."

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"Cool," Tony smiled. "The theater's cherry-free. So far."

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"Well now I'm disappointed," Peter said. "I figured the cherries would be the best part."

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"Then you'll have to visit me here," Tony smiled.

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"Count on it," Peter said, smiling back. "Anyway, I should get going. Glad I bumped into you and your sick door."

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"It's good to see you again," Tony agreed. "Catch you later."