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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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[buh_bye]

"Might I trouble you for some tea, L'Aigle de Meaux," asked Death sitting at a table with an empty plate or two while looking at the bottom of his cup with disappointment, "And if you have the time, please join me."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Certainly!" One of the great advantages of this place is not needing to ask what kind of tea; one can always say to the Bar, A fresh cup for the skeletally thin gentleman in black whose name escapes me but perhaps we've met already, and she'll know just the thing. Which is what Bossuet does, taking the plates as well if the gentleman is done with them; and then, having the time, pauses with a faintly expectant look. Yeees?

[buh_bye]

"Get yourself something as well," said Death with a nod, the plates were empty, "Thankyou."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I don't mind if I do."

When he's got himself a cup of coffee, he raises an inquiring eyebrow. "I'm fairly sure we've not been introduced."

[buh_bye]

"We have not," said Death, "All though, I see you are a soul trapped here after death."

Death sipped his tea calmly. [image: tire_moi_mes_bottes: (You must be joking)] Laigle de Meaux ( tire_moi_mes_bottes http://tire-moi-mes-bottes.dreamwidth.org/profile) replied to a comment you left in a Dreamwidth entry http://milliways-bar.dreamwidth.org/25800984.html. The comment they replied to was:

"Get yourself something as well," said Death with a nod, the plates were empty, "Thankyou."

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"I don't mind if I do."

When he's got himself a cup of coffee, he raises an inquiring eyebrow. "I'm fairly sure we've not been introduced."

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[onceaviking]

Eric is seated at a table.

There is an empty wine glass at his table. It very obviously hasn't contained wine.
He's got a delicate gold chain dangling from his fingers.

Black clothes, black boots, immaculate hair.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

And here is Lesgle with a tray! "Shall I bring another?" He's not going to judge! Fake blood, real blood, blood of newborn babes shed at midnight on the thirteenth day of the tenth month--well, all right, he might judge a little if it's specifically that, but he's been assuming it's not.

[onceaviking]

The blood of babes is far too inconvenient to bother with. Two mouthfuls.

Eric looks up at him. "Yes. The donated blood from the bags, please. O, if you have it."
He appreciates the non-judging.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

(Babes really need to get their acts together and make themselves more useful.)

"I'm sure we do!" Even with his luck, Bossuet's never yet found the Bar not to have something.

He's got the hang of heating blood by now, and comes back soon with a fresh glass. The gold chain--a pretty thing--gets a curious nod. "A present for someone?"

[onceaviking]

Eric accepts the glass with a small nod.

As for the chain -
"It was actually a gift for me. With a cross on it even. I've given that away and now I'm looking for a recipient for this."

[merryeccentricities]

Joly watches all this healthy workish bustling with a fond, if highly amused, smile. "You know I've always thought you were an excellent fellow, but I don't recall you being such an embodiment of philosophy back in our former residence."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Oh, damn, have I become an embodiment?" Lesgle grins, and reaches over to straighten Joly's cravat, which may or may not have actually needed straightening. "I've tried so hard to leave the allegory and embodiment and metaphor to other people."

[merryeccentricities]

Well, Joly spent a good extra ten minutes on it, so it's probably okay, but one never knows! He smiles and leans forward. "Why, here you are, working away, when you don't need to; in rather marked contrast to former habits, I might note. I'm sure it's proof of some philosophy; certainly it's an argument against every employer who ever stinted his workers to make them productive." Not that Lesgle needs to be convinced, but aren't politics always the obvious topic of discussion?

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Are you going to tell me I'm becoming respectable? Bahorel said so the other day; I'm almost thinking I need to get arrested again just to prove him wrong. Violence, outside business, indecency..."

Eyebrows.

"Oh, but that reminds me. We were talk about the--ah. The Victor Hugo problem, and I had a brilliant insight, which escapes me at the moment." But he remembers that he had one!

[merryeccentricities]

"Oh, dear-- is it honestly a problem? I haven't read the book, you know. Or do you mean that you've had an idea about the way universes connect?"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is working on his Bible at a table, occasionally fidgeting with the braid in his beard that he's still getting used to.

(Beard and braid both.)

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

It's remarkable. Laigle stops a moment at Athelstan's table, just to see what he's working on, and--it's remarkable. He shakes his head. "Do you need any more light? Anything?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"The light here is almost a flood, compared to what I've worked in", he says with a smile. "I've never known anything like it, full daylight aside."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I know." It's something Laigle is in a position to appreciate as well. "I've spent much more time than is at all reasonable, just turning the lights on and off. --But your work is beautiful. What inspired it?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"The church doesn't yet have one, and I missed the art. So I thought, why not?"

Javert isn't keen, but that's Javert. Athelstan's going to do it anyway.

[makesthings]

Sameth's reading and sometimes remembering to eat the sandwich on his table though he's forgotten his tea which has gotten cold.

When Lesgle comes by, he looks up and says, "I didn't know anyone other than the rats did the tables."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah, hello! I was looking actively for employment; I admit the position may have been created just to keep me out of the real barmen's hair. But the rats have been very gracious. Mostly. --Would you like a fresh cup of tea?"

[makesthings]

"Huh, when I was Bound here I worked in the forge but doing this wouldn't have required as much training. Yes, please."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I'll be right back." And he is, with replacement tea. "--How was working in the forge?"

[makesthings]

"Good, I do forgework at home so it wasn't that different. The projects were interesting depending on what commissions people asked for."