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[The City:]
Standing in the middle of the street is Lina Inverse, clad in her usual attire. She holds a hand out and stares up at the sky expectantly.Lina: Wow, it really did stop.
An out of breath Gourry rounds the corner of the street and stops at Lina's side. He's bent over wheezing.
Gourry: There you are! [pant] I've been looking all over for you!
Lina: Hey, Gourry, the snow's stopped falling. [she looks around] Where's everyone else?
Gourry: [shrugs] I dunno.. they all seem to have gone. Say, Lina...? [camera zooms in]
Lina: Yah? [camera switches to her]
Gourry: Do you wanna..? [camera switches back, further zoom]
Lina: [smiles] Oh, I definitely want to... [and back again]
[flash - scene change]
[A restaurant:] (where else?) Lina and Gourry are shovelling food into their mouths.
Lina: [between mouthfuls] This was a good idea, Gourry! We haven't had a good meal in ages!
Gourry: Hehe, thanks, Lina! [pause] Are you going to finish that sausage?
Lina: [glares] What do you think?
A figure rushes by their table with such a flurry that the dishes rattle. This doesn't phase the two hungry patrons though. One of the waiters chases after the person, waving a paper in his hand.
Waiter: Miss! Come back! Miss! [sighs] Damnit!
Lina: I just hate people who skimp out on the cheque.
Gourry: You're one to talk!
The waiter goes away but is followed by a waitress. They return holding what appears to be a baby carrier.
Waitress: How could she leave her baby like this? This is so horrible! Did you get a good look at her?
Waiter: No, she had her hood up and I couldn't see her face clearly. I'm not even sure it was a woman, I'm just guessing.
Waitress: Why would someone do this?
Meanwhile, Lina's eyebrow is twitching, because.. well..
Lina: Hey, do you two need to be acting out this soap-opera scene right at my table? We're trying to eat here!
Waitress: Don't you have any sympathy for what has happened here? This child has been abandoned by her--
Waiter: [peeking under blanket] His.
Waitress: his mother--
Waiter: Or father?
Lina: [stares at them with annoyance] What do you want me to do about it?
The waiter and waitress stare at her with puppy-eyes. Meanwhile, Gourry is making goggly-eyed faces and wagging his tongue.
Lina: [backing away] Oh, no... no no no.. I am NOT, repeat N-O-T NOT taking care of this baby, and/or looking for her--
Gourry: His.
Lina: (shut up, Gourry!) his mother--parent!
Waiter: We'll throw in this meal for free?
Lina: [beat] Done! [laughs modestly] More honeyed fishballs please!
Gourry: And, some more sausages, too! [pauses] Maybe we should get something for the little guy?
Lina: [already eating] Why, can't it feed itself?
Gourry: A child this young should be fed its mother's milk, but you're probably not the ideal choice in this situation, Lina.
Tendrils of red steam are rising from an incensed Lina, and the fork she is holding snaps in two pieces from the power of her anger.
Lina: GOURRY YOU JERK!!! DIL BRAND!
And in typical Slayers-eque fashion, Gourry goes flying from his chair, through the roof and becomes nothing more than a twinkle in the dusk sky.
Lina: Serves you right for making that statement! Hmmph! huh?
Lina looks down and sees the baby giggling
Lina: Heh, I like you. Oh, alright, let's go find your mother.
Waiter: [appearing out of nowhere] Or Father! [Lina glares at him] Okay, I'll be right over.. here.
To be continued(?)