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Brighid walks up to Doyle with a slice of Carmel Apple Pie a la mode. It was a peace offering that she had to return.

"Hey. Long time no see." she said with a smirk.

There's a small smile from Doyle, as well as the ordering of a second fork from a passing waitrat.

"Very. How have you been?"

She smiles as she sat next to him on the couch. She hands him the plate.

"Pretty good. Just trying to relax. It seems you were too."

He takes the plate and hands her an extra fork.

"It's fairly easy to relax around here when it's quiet. So where have you been?"

She accepts the fork and takes a small piece off of the slice.

"I have been taking care of others on earth. What have you been doing?"

She put the fork in her mouth. The pie was perfect.

He eats a piece himself. The food here at Milliways is usually perfect.

"I have been meeting a few new people, practicing with my sword, and just resting and watching. Is it fun taking care of others on earth?"

"Its ok. I like being here a little more because you can make good friends here. I kinda missed you!" She said while taking another piece.

He leans over and bumps her shoulder lightly. It's a lot of touch coming from Doyle.

"I missed you too. Less politics to deal with here for me, which makes it easier to meet people."

She takes the bump as a good gesture. She understands that he is not a physical kind of guy.

"Politics suck. Too much fighting. Even in the Human United nations they like to trash talk everyone. But enough about that. We are here in order to have fun without talking about buisness." She said while smiling at him. "So hows that sword swinging of yours!"
[mun: no innuendo intended of course...well maybe...]

He gives a small chuckle, eating another piece of the pie.

"Well practiced as usual, though a little rusty from lack of use. I usually have more things in my day that practice usually gets sacrificed for better things."

[mun: you always love your innuendos! don't deny it.]

::You look relaxed:: Rachel drawled softly at the edges of his mind, somehow a smile wrapping through the thought words without ever being seen.

She'd be polite and come over to actually poke him, but she's not sure on his take of children, and Nate's still a toddler right now...

::I am very relaxed. Probably more than is usually healthy, but I feel entitled to splurge every now and then.:: There should be a smile in the words, though he's never used this way of talking so he's not sure how much if it will come through.

As for children, he hasn't seen one in almost thirty years. The court is still having problems conceiving them, and he doesn't spend enough time around humans. And, hasn't been around any here in bar. So, he's not sure what his take on them is either.

::Someone would accuse you of laziness:: she teased gently, easily catching the smile. ::It would be a shame to spoil it...::

Yes, there was a hint of mischief in her tone.

::Would they now? Even if it's the first time in longer than I can remember?:: There's a small chuckle that comes more through the shadows around her than through his mind. He doesn't need to see to send something to her through shadows. ::It would be a shame to spoil it, though I can always repeat this if it were to be interrupted.::

::Well, earned laziness perhaps:: she admitted. She can relate after all, Milliways slowly layering peace upon a soul as lacking in it as hers.

And on that note she slipped from the rafters where she'd been perched, a toddler on her hip that seems to have a small army of animal crackers orbiting at his beck and call. ::I'll try not to break the mood?::

::The Court is never this peaceful, so I take it where I can get it.:: Which is true. If it isn't something with the Queen, it's a death threat on the Princess.

He opens his eyes lazily, though not unwelcoming to a guest. And he's eyeing the orbiting animal crackers more than the toddler himself. ::I doubt you could ever break the mood unless you actually tried. How does he do that?::

::I'm sorry:: she offered, sitting down on the floor with her back comfortably against his couch. ::I'd offer a place to stay upon occassion outside the Bar, but I really don't know any peaceful spots...::

Her grin is wry, even if he can't see it. ::He's my little brother:: she offered, as if that should explain things. ::He's not suppose to be toddler, but we're coping::

::The bar itself is a nice peaceful escape usually. And then the forest if the bar gets to chaotic. So I am content with those places.:: He gives her a small smile. ::As for Court at home never being peaceful, after several centuries, I have learned to deal with it.::

He gives her a slightly odd look. ::He's not supposed to be a toddler? What happened?::

::We're all so very adaptable aren't we?:: she pointed out wryly. ::You and your court that would tear most apart...me and my worlds of stress...Bar does seem to kidnap us when we most need it:: she certainly is grateful.

She shrugged, an actyal laugh falling from her lips as she passed Doyle an Animal cracker and poked her youngest brother "I'm not sure. He opened the door, and suddenly...seasoned warrior and gruff, tough old bastard is once more the baby brother I knew..."

::That we are, and that she does.:: There's a slight amusement through the words.

He takes and studies the animal cracker a moment, because he's never seen one before. Though the mun has made zoos of them before. ~~babysitting eek!~~ ::That is odd. What is his name?::

Oddly, the cracker seems to be a horse, neck curved proudly and front hoof obviously lifted in either a prance or play in general. Nate, after all, had seen horses, and so there were horse cookies!

::Nathan Christopher:: she offered proudly, the young boy clapping happily and adding ::Nate!::

::It's been...a long time since I was near children:: she admitted.

He tries the cracker, possibly a little hesitant in the motion. Though there's a smile after it's been eaten. They are, afterall, very good if not addicting.

He gives a small bow to the boy, as much as he can while sitting. The movement sliding his loose ankle length hair in range of Nate. He hadn't braided it today. ::Nice to meet you Nate.::

He gives a slightly sympathetic smile. ::It's most likely been even longer for me.::

They're addicting to toddlers. She has drawers full upstairs...and se's reasonably certain there's still a colony of crackers under the bed as well.

::Nice!:: Nate agreed, grinningand waving his hands a Doyle in a childish manner ::Rachelsisterfriend?::

Rachel just chuckled and then her eyes widened in worry. Nathan hadn't noticed the hair yet, in the wonder of meeting someone new, but he would...so surrepticiously flames began to lick along the length, braiding it carefully away from the toddler fists. It's gentle, and almost apologetic, but she happens to like playing with people hair, not extractingit from baby mouths.

At least it's not like he can set them free in the forest or anything.

He blinks at the now braided hair a minute. It's been long enough that he had forgotten that babies like to grab on and sometimes eat hair. He gives Rachel a smile. ::Thanks.:: And then theres a smiles at Nate. ::Yes. I'm Rachel's friend.::

Unfortunately, Nate has tried. There was a great lake massacre, and now the poor coookie animals won't even venture near the window.

::Me too!:: Nate sang happily ::She tells stories!::

Rachel can't help but simply chuckle and flip the end of Doyle's braid almost teasingly across his nose before letting it be ::Welcome, I'd hate to see you needing to cut it::