<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Dave smiled -- a small, mysterious sort of expression.  "Oh, I've been there and back again."<br/>
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"Daaaaave," Cat whined.<br/>
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He laughed.  "I entertained Cat with tales of the Korean war, when she was a girl."  His eyebrow lifted.  "It was no <i>great</i> war."  He leaned on the word just a hair -- enough that someone who was listening might have heard it another way... as The Great War.  The first world war.  Dave blew straight past that, though.<br/>
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"I'm supposed to load for bear," Cat told him.  "Gabe suggested shotgun, but you know how I feel about those.  I was thinking a second sidearm, some more mags, and a vest?"<br/>
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"I can do that."  Dave dusted his hands off, carefully closing the containers of reloading components he was working with.  "You want frangible rounds, kitten?"</span></span>