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Shadwell is lurking by the bar, trying to get some service in this heathen place.

He's really craving a nice cup of tea, but he'll settle for anything that doesn't feature the blood of virgins.



[OOC: If anyone would like to explain the "magical bar" concept for him, go right ahead-- but please can it only be the first person to tag? Love you all.]

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[deserved_it]

Dubious eying.

"Well, what do you suggest, then?"

[called_lioness]

"...Your parents, actually."





What? Can't you just see Harold and Alberta dealing with Shadwell?

"Of the more here type, well, is there anyone you're particularly mad at for the moment?"

The tea she had Bar create for Shadwell is snatched and cradled.

He doesn't deserve it.

[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

Shadwell glances between the two of them suspiciously, but is largely content with his condensed milk.

[called_lioness]

And Lucy?

Lucy flees.

Eustace can stay if he wants.

But if he called her a witch one more time, herbal man or not, he'd be soaked in Earl Grey.

The tea? Goes with her.

[deserved_it]

Eustace looks sharply after Lucy, and decides she's probably got the best idea, really.

"Right, you," he tells Shadwell. "Er. Don't do it again, understood? A lady's . . . chest . . . is her own business, and certainly not yours."

And exit, stage left.