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Liam hasn't been in the bar for a week or so, but he's here now, and Megan's with him.

Old friends and new are always welcome.

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Here's an old friend.

Family, you might say.

Faith is sitting at the bar with coffee, and when she sees Liam and Megan, she beams at them and waves.

Megan is tinycute! Faith is weak.

She is tinycute. And three years old!

They head over, both smiling.

Three is a very tinycute age.

Faith is wearing a dress! This is not as rare as it once was, but is still odd.

She is also smiling back at them, which is not at all odd.

"Hey there. Long time no see!"

Megan runs at her and tries to climb into her lap.

Liam follows a little more sedately. "We've been in and out."

Faith allows and assists the lap-climbing.

"So have I. I'm living on Antar now."

"Yeah? With your Max?"

"...yeah." Faith grins, a little soppily. "My Max."

Liam grins at her. "Guess I missed a lot."

"Oh, I'd say so...I quit Security, gave up Slaying..."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Really a lot. When'd all this happen?"

"Fairly recently. It's a long story."

This translates to 'Not in front of the Munchkin.'

Liam eyes her, then nods. There'll be other times.

"So how's life on Antar?"

"Good."

Cue Blissful Smile Of Adoration.

"Really good. How's life...wherever you are these days?"

Megan curls into her lap, and Liam smiles.

"Still Sydney. And it's good."

Faith pets Megan's hair, lightly. "Good. That's good."

She looks down at the blonde with a slight smile. "Driving Daddy crazy like a good girl?"

Megan nods dutifully, though it's an open question whether she completely understood the question.

"I thought so."

Faith winks at Liam.

Liam laughs, sitting down on a stool and ruffling Megan's hair.

"Oh, and Bernard and Tonks had their baby."

Liam sits up at that, grinning.

"Boy or girl?"

"Boy. I haven't met him yet."

"I'll have to stop in and see them sometime."

Faith nods. "I still need to do that too." Wicked grin. "Have to start the corruption early."

"Never too soon", he agrees, deadpan.

"Poor Bernard."

"Can't think of a better place to raise a kid, though. God help anyone who touches him."

"Hah. No kidding. They'd be smited in no time."

"By 90% of the bar."

"At least."

Megan chooses this moment to start babbling cheerfully about crayons, crowns, and... Cywyllog's twins, presumably.

Faith is vastly amused.

And doesn't even try to keep up.

"We met two little boys the other day", Liam translates. "Princes. And they declared Megan royalty too."

"I see." Faith smiles slightly. "Megan would make a wonderful Princess."

"Megan Princess", she agrees.

"A very pretty princess at that."

She gets beamed at and babyglomped for that.

Faith pets her hair.

With an expression of 'AWWWWWWWWWWWWW' on her face.

Liam watches them, smiling.

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