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Rodney wanted to complain to someone about the froth in his coffee. However, those wise enough to avoid him had fled the mess - this included most of the populace. He sat down at a table by himself, glowering at everyone and everything. He took a tentative draw from his coffee and made a face for show. In truth, it didn't taste half bad. Rodney set it on the table, trying to look displeased.
He was planning a complaint when Elizabeth Weir sat across from him, drinking water instead. She looked at him and her eyes widened. A grin crept onto her lips.
"Hello, Rodney," she said, smiling wickedly.
Feeling like he was missing a joke, he grunted in reply. As he looked at her, he noticed something odd. Elizabeth was staring at him intently. She pointed to her lips. Perplexed, Rodney frowned. Expelling a small chuckle, she licked her lips. This startled him - but in a very good way, he decided. He watched her more avidly, wondering if she was teasing him and if he should respond.
Elizabeth sighed and licked her lips again. Rodney couldn't help it. He pointed to himself and asked silently,
"Me?"
"Rodney you're hopeless!" she exclaimed.
Elizabeth whipped up a napkin and leaned across the table, wiping his lips of the froth that had settled there. Rodney blushed furiously, unable to speak in his defence. Laughing at his discomfit, she stood and turned to leave. But she did glance back and mouth,
"Yes, you."