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The ground shakes and trembles as trees and vines cover the factory in green until there are no bricks visible.

Then with a quiet shift that gods have ever been good at, there is nothing but plants as the bricks crumble into the earth.

Demeter stands watching, her eyes potent and not here as she glows briefly and finally can breath again.

When the earth has stopped shifting, she moves to Malcolm and simply hugs him.

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"Wait, this--," Malcolm points, "--Is that?" Malcolm points again.

"Ugh."

"Well. It still tastes good," he insists to himself.

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Now she just laughs and they're brought over two glasses of ouzo,

"Drink that."

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"Oh, good," Malcolm says with relief, and downs the glass.

His face mushes as it goes down, and then relaxes with happy. "Ahhh."

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"And his wife makes wonderful baklava for dessert."

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"I'm telling you right now, Sweetheart. I'm not moving from this seat until I get some."

Malcolm draws the line!

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She just laughs and says something in Greek and then the wife who is also rather compact, kisses Malcolm on the lips and presents him with lots of baklava.

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By this point, Malcolm will accept baklava from whoever's offering.

And then, after all that baklava, there's yet more ouzo.


He's starting to seriously love this country.

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He'd better be. After a long and complicated lunch since of course they had to have all sorts of extra goodies, Demeter thanks the couple.

Then she takes his hand and leads him around the coast towards a tiny cove with a beautiful villa hiding there,

"This is where we'll be staying."

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He drapes an arm around her shoulders. "Dem, you are a marvel."

"They, uh," he gestures behind them, "They wouldn't happen to do room service?"

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"Oh don't you like my cooking?"

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"I love your cooking."

"I was just planning on keeping you busy with other things."

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"We'll have lunch or dinner there every day then."

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"You mean we're going to walk out of there--" he points at the villa "--Twice a day?"

He looks out over the sea and grins. "Good thing we're not in the Bar. Mike would probably have us both in the cells again."

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"Well, we don't have to. I'm sure we could find someway to have them cook for us."

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"Leave the cooking to me, baby," Malcolm smirks.

And then nearly stumbles off the beach, right into the ocean.

That ouzo packs a kick.

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"Malcolm, be careful."

She catches him and grins,

"Or we could just go for a swim."

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"That's a great idea!" Malcolm turns to say to her.

...And then somehow manages to slip right off the slightly raised ground and starts falling--and laughing--for a dunk in the water.

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Demeter just laughs and follows after him, the Aegean is beautiful and slightly cool.

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It also happens to be wet. Malcolm flails around for a bit, splashing everything--and everyone--in sight and still laughing, before making a mock look of pain as he rubs his butt.

"I think I landed on a mollusk."

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They're actually in their own little cove so he doesn't have to worry about anyone else,

"Poor thing."

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He smirks. "I'm just going to pretend you mean my butt, and not the mollusk."

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Demeter gives him a good long kiss,

"Of course I did, dear."

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Malcolm isn't entirely convinced of this, but the kiss makes up for any doubts. And this being a perfect day, even the sea is cooperating by being warm as the low waves swirl around them to break gently against the shore.

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His hat is thrown onto the beach and she leans on him so that he goes just under the waves for a moment.

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Malcolm obligingly splutters and flails.

"Brat!" he coughs when he's back up and laughing--and splashing Dem with all the warm seawater he can.