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It wouldn't be a complete holiday without someone who's never experienced a holiday (or has a skewed impression of it)

Robbie's gotten a blanket and found an out of way booth in the darkness of the bar, reassured by his encounter with Aslan, Robbie's feeling safe.

Until he wakes up and sees bar.

"....Oh-boy-"

There seems to be bright colors, lots of flowers-

Robbie, welcome to your first holiday at Milliways.

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And y'know, that confusion is probably not at all going to be helped by Sarah in a bunny-ish costume with Caitlin in tow handing over a heap of sugar.

Peeps, chocolate, jellybeans, the works, "Happy Easter!"

Caitlin grins and gives him a wreath with malted milk balls on it.

"Have a good one!"

Robbie's mouth opens and closes.

The Candy gets a look but the outfits-

The candy-

........."whaaaa?"
He scrambles back a bit, staring at the candy warily.

Sarah cleared her throat, "I said Happy Easter."

She paused blinking, "It's a holiday... there's candy and eggs and uh... stuff."

She really wasn't entirely sure how to explain this one really.

Caitlin grins.

"It's a time to give candy and to celebrate being happy. A lot of people do it by vcelebrating a religion or just being with family."

Robbie stares a bit warily, "...You have a holiday to celebrate an emotion?"

Sarah might recongnize a question like that.

Really.

He studies the candy with new eyes.

She did actually, and if she hadn't been so full of sugar she likely would have realized this earlier. As it was she said, "Ah, right, well, mostly it's a bastardized fertility celebration, but in essence it's a celebration about spring."

"It is fun. It's... something that people enjoy. A lot of different holidays were smushed together."

Robbie nods slowly, "oooooh."

You get candy, fertility or no.

He studies the peeps intensively, "....And people dress up as rabbits?"

He's not going to share how much ~~fun~~ of silly that looks. Nope.

Hey, have another person who doesn't quite get the whole holiday thing. Max wanders over, peering curiously down at Robbie. "...Did you sleep down here, kiddo?"

Robbie looks up sharply. Uh ohes.

He lowers his head before managing a quick nod, "...Survival training."

It's an excuse, and not nearly the best that he can come up with.

"Survival training?" She raises an eyebrow, the corners of her lips twitching faintly in amusement. "In a booth in the bar?"

Why, no, she isn't buying it.

Robbie lowers his head and nods quickly, "...Yes. Of course."

No. Not really.

Robbie sighs, "...I'm not supposed to be back in bar."

"Ah. Sneakin' out after hours, are ya?" Huh. She really should sound disapproving, shouldn't she.

She doesn't.

There is a quick gesture to a waitrat. It scurries off, returning after a moment with two cups of hot chocolate.

"So, why are you back, then?"

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