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Gray Jay is inside the bar in human form, today, sitting by the fire with a cigarette and a Budweiser.

He's in a relatively friendly mood, so come say hi.

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'Relatively good mood' doesn't even begin to cover it for Easter today. She plunks herself down in the chair next to the old bird's and hands him a piece of chocolate. Wonderful invention, that.

"Hey."

He takes it, almost smiling.

"Enjoying your day?"

Her grin broadens, if that were possible.

"How could I not? It's what I'm meant to be about, after all."

"Of course. And it's still celebrated almost how it used to be."

A slight shadow crosses her face, and her smile falters for just a moment before she hitches it back up again.

"Don't go spoiling my fun now, old man. It's enough that they still do the old customs."

He gives her a sideways look.

"Wasn't what I meant."

She sighs softly.

"I know, but it is there. It is always there."

Her smile tirns a bit mischevious.

"I'm thinking of writing a book."

"Oh? What about?"

"When Wednesday was trying to get me involved in all of... that..."

She gestures vaguely over her shoulder in the general direction of the observation windows.

"He taunted me with the fact that, even though my day is still celebrated, no one knows the origional reason any more. I think that it is time that changed."

"The man was a fool. There's still some who remember, and some who care."

"True, but not enough. I thought the old stories should be collected in some book that wasn't meant specifically for dusty old scholars at dusty old schools."

She's quite fond of Giles, but he is quite the example of all that.

"For the children, maybe. They're easiest to teach."

She nods happily.

"You see? A bit of adventure, a bit of romance, it'll be a hit!"

"I hope so." He actually smiles.

"Plus, it'll give me an excuse to travel around to get everyone to tell me their stories."

Though she could probably just go to Ibis's, but he's sort of one of those stuffy professor-types.

"All of us? There's a big job."

Her eyes sparkle.

"I've got time. Maybe it'll be a series."

"That's true. None of us is running out of time anytime soon."

"And every little bit helps, right? I can't imagine anyone not wanting the old stories being told again."

"To gain all of us some more life? No."

She beams. This is so going to work.

He smiles back.

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