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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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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.