The Island of Newfoundland (Jeimu/Sal's reality), 3 PM, on a Tuesday:

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The sky is cloudy and grey, but it doesn't look like rain.

For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.

It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).

She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...

Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.

She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.

And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.

"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.

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[i_salted_dean]

"What's normal?"

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"This's normal fer her," he said, craning his neck to see Sal where she stood out on the deck, facing the ocean and smoking like a chimney.

[i_salted_dean]

"Oh." She turned as a large man with long blond hair came into the room.

"Leeroy, git yer @#$&@ boots off the @#$& couch, I just vacuumed the @#$& thing."

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Leeroy scowled and kicked off his boots so that they landed on the floor in a cloud of dust.

"I'll get it later," he said. "Vic, this's Sam. Sam, this's Vic." He pauses briefly, and then asks, "And are you comin' to Florida with us?"

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"Whaddya think?" He snorted as he went to the stove and turned off the water, then started making something in a bowl.

"Hey," said Sam, quirking an eyebrow as she felt the big man's mind.

"Whoever just jabbed me in the brain knock it off," he said without turning.

Sam blushed.

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"Remind me to bribe Mu t' do that to ye when she gets back," Leeroy said dryly. "Fer yer information, Vic, Sam's a little new to the mind business, so cut 'er some slack, eh?"

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"Gee," Sal said, unlatching the patio door and walking back into the house, "you gets more Canadian ev'ry time I hears ye open yer mouth, Leeroy."

Padding into the kitchen, she gave Vic an absent nod and spilled penne into the pot of boiling water. She then surveyed Sam and Leeroy over her glasses.

"So anything else I can get fer ye, Sam?"

"I'd like - " Leeroy began.

"I don't serve me own kids," Sal said, pointing at Leeroy and glaring sternly for a moment before grinning widely. "Git yer juice yerself."

"Yes ma'am."

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Sam watched the interaction with a slight grin, then quirked an eyebrow. "Juice?"

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"That stuff he loves t' drink may as well be juice," Sal said with a shrug, only noticing now that the burner was off.

She prodded Vic in the shoulder as hard as she could, turned the gas back on, and lit the burner with a flick of fire from her fingertips.

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Sam turned questioningly to Leeroy as Vic chuckled and winked at Sal. "I thought you liked beer. You drank enough on our roadtrip."

"So that's who y' are." Vic leaned his butt against the counter as he stirred the mixture in the bowl. "Funny, y' look a lot smarter 'n I figured y' would."

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Sal reached up and peered into Vic's bowl. "What on earth is this?"

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"Oh, I likes beer well enough, but Malibu's tasty as @#^$," Leeroy said with a shrug, reaching subtly across to take Sam's hand in his.