will and kate: taking stock

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Malcolm is in the quiet corner he and Peter Venkman set aside for psychiatric sessions, for those times when patrons in the bar want a little privacy to talk about their problems. It's never had an official name, but Malcolm has heard it referred to as the 'counseling corner.'

Or as Venkman usually puts it: "Ye Olde Wackaloon Pen."

Fortunately, Venkman has never got around to putting that up on a sign, though he did scrounge one up that reads: "Don't feed the shrinks (but do buy them drinks)."

Malcolm has no problems with that one at all.

Anyway, he's meeting with a couple today, and they've been through a lot in the past few weeks--even for them. So Malcolm is taking a little more time than usual to make sure everything looks nice in the cozy space. The plants look fresh and green. The warm, incandescent lighting is at just the right setting. The temp is fine, and the climate control is keeping the air fresh. And for a last measure, Malcolm arranges Will and Kate's favorite drinks and snack foods on the table. (He has a knack for remembering details like that.)

With everything set, he settles back into the chair on the other side of the table from the couch (some days it's two or more chairs, but today a couch seems right).

And then, he waits.