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There is a conglamoration over by the fireplace.

Charlie has given Karen, Megan and Jack their presents from India. Jack is now wearing his--an embroidered cotton shirt, green, of course--as is Karen, wrapped up in a pashmina against the spring chill. Megan is playing with her Krishna puppet, laughing with delight as Chris makes it bow and dance.

The grown-ups, though are having a far more serious conversation as Charlie tells Karen and the gods about the strange boy he met the night before. Reading in a nearby armchair, Boromir is pretending not to listen--he's not very good at it, though.

[ooc: multi-pup post. tag one or tag all.]

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[ooc: Because I can't resist...]

Fear, for the face of evil has shown itself once more.

...it's rather adorable.

"Hiya Mister!", chirps 'Anthony' happily, seeming to appear at Charlie's side out of nowhere.

"Er, hi," Charlie says, startled, and shifts away.

[ooc: sorry for the delay: work intervened.]

"What's wrong?" Asks the child, blinking up at him with his big blue eyes. He acts as if the entire incident at the end of their previous conversation never happened. "You not playing today?"

"I'm--" He gestures to his companions. "Talking. To my friends."

Megan is blining at the newcomer with all the curiosity of a toddler.

"Awww...oh well." His disappointment soon vanishes. "Ain'tcha gonna introduce me, Mister? My Mommy always said you should introduce your friends to your other friends or else they'll feel left out!"

He seems back to the childish mindset again, and the thought that they are in fact not friends doesn't seem to cross his mind.

"This is Jack," he gestures to the red-haired man with an amused expression, "and this is Chris." The east-Indian man with the puppet bows his head. "And my sister-in-law Karen and my neice Megan."

[ooc: Sorry! it's be a weird couple of days. Slow is fine, as is just ignoring it altogether.]

[ooc: I say we just ignore this. I can always ~~jump~~ drop a tag with Charlie next time he's in the bar.]

Liam sneaks up on the group, swinging Megan up in his arms to make her laugh.

"Hey."

"Hello," says Karen, standing up to kiss him and put her arms around his waist.

[ooc: am just about to leave and do birthday stuff, but slowtime is love.]</small.

He smiles. "How's everybody?"

[ooc: no problem. happy birthday!]

Karen steers him away from the others a little and murmurs, "Charlie's a little upset. SOmething about a boy who isn't a boy. I'm not sure I quite understand.

"And those two?" She points. "Gods."

"...yeah, we get all kinds here", he tells her, glancing over at Charlie in some concern. "I'll talk to him later, see if I can get more about what happened."

[ooc: want to just move on to the present?]

[ooc: sure. *snugs*]

And Darien slips in somewhere in there.

Charlie wraps himself around Darien. "Hello, light of my life."

"Hello, spice of curried rice."

A grin to Chris before he kisses Charlie.

"I do not taste like curry," Charlie mumbles. "I don't eat half near enough."

"Syrup to my pancakes," he says again.

"Much better." He nods firmly. "The lemon in my tea."

"The sugar in my coffee," before he has to correct, "not that I could get you near coffee."

"I could be persuaded to approach coffee under . . . certain circumstances."

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