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(Saturday. INT: Later, JH is coming home from work, EB is cleaning up, the gaming group has dispersed)

JH: Hey. How was game?
EB: No complaints. How was work?
JH: It was a typical Saturday evening.
EB: That bad, huh?
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JH: How did people like the vegan canapés?
EB: Let me put it this way. Max showed up an hour late, so she didn't get to try any.
JH: I made four dozen!
EB: Hmm... twelve per person, one hour... so we each averaged one every five minutes. That sounds about right.
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JH: Well, damn. I was hoping for a quick snack before I went to bed.
EB: We've got cold cuts and bread. Make yourself a sandwich.
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JH: I'm still in restaurant mode. I don't think I can make anything unless you're screaming and whipping me with a dish towel.
EB: Well, I'm still in D&D mode. I don't think I can whip you with a dish towel until we roll initiative.