[Cid sighs and chuckles, reaching across the table to squeeze Barnabas' hand briefly before taking up his cup of coffee and sipping it.]
... Good morning, Barney. How'd you sleep?
[He leaves his cigar in the ash tray and it leaves a whisper thin trail of smoke as Cid looks over his options for breakfast. There was so much that they could sit here and graze till noon easily.]
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... Good morning, Barney. How'd you sleep?
[He leaves his cigar in the ash tray and it leaves a whisper thin trail of smoke as Cid looks over his options for breakfast. There was so much that they could sit here and graze till noon easily.]