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Scotty's been quietly looking forward to Caro's Victory Tour stopping in District 3 more or less since she won. It'll be nice to see both her and Walter outside the Capitol for once. For a number of reasons. But then Caro had that minor meltdown in one of her posts, and Scotty really would like their train to hurry up so he can see for himself that she's all right. He's seen Data having rotten days like that often enough. His current plan is to make a great pest of himself and see if hugging sense into people is possible. He thinks Data's plan is probably similar.

So instead of waiting for the dinner party after the speech, Scotty's waiting at the train station.

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Walter really expects no less than ridiculous from Scotty, so the leg-kick and swooning doesn't really bother him. He catches a very brief glimpse of a somewhat exasperated looking Weyoun out of the corner of his eye, and decides that the best response for this sort of insanity is to just keep it rolling.

And that's why Scotty ends up dramatically dipped over backwards for a moment. It's not a terribly long moment, given the fact Walter would rather not fall over and his ability to balance is... questionable at best today. But it's long enough to keep up the weird scene.

He's not even all that drunk.

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Scotty cackles once Walter lets him up out of the very dramatic dip. "Well, I'm glad ye missed me too." He pouts up at Walter briefly before turning back to Caro. "So! Isn't there supposed to be a wee furball with ye these days?"

And Caro's just opening her mouth to respond when she changes her mind and points. And sure enough, here comes... well perhaps "wee" isn't entirely accurate, but Egg scrambles out of the train and bounds over to Caro. "Here he is," she says as she leans down to pet him.

Scotty likes dogs well enough, so he ambles over and crouches down to offer his hand for inspection. Egg gives his hand a cursory sniff before licking it enthusiastically. "Well hello there," Scotty says in his best talking to animals voice.

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Walter's more than happy to mostly awkwardly lurk while Egg introduces himself to everyone and everything in about a mile radius. It's about as much respite as they're going to get before the inevitable Victory Tour obligations, and honestly they're somehow even more agonizing than when he'd been the one in Caro's spot.

Sure enough, not but a moment later Weyoun reappears from where ever it was he'd wandered. Looking as overly put together and somehow frantic as ever; he eyes Scotty and the dog as if he's debating trying to get the puppy back on the train. Whether or not he will doesn't much factor in apparently, because all he says is, "Dinner is soon and we are on a very tight schedule."

"When aren't we," Walter grumbles in a way that's only kind of murderous.

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"Oh, so ye are," Scotty says, mostly talking to the dog. "Why don't I take the little omelet here while ye do your thing?"

Caro looks a little surprised, but grateful. "Oh, that'd be great actually. He doesn't really like the prep stuff."

"Oh, ye don't?" Egg just wags his tail and licks Scotty's hand again. "Well then, we'll just find ye something else to do." He scoops up Egg and stands back up. Egg wriggles in typical puppy fashion, but goes along with it.

"Be good, Egg," Caro says, reaching out to pat him on the head.

"We'll see you after your speech then, lass," Scotty says as the prep team shoos her away.