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The Door opens and Nathan walks in, grinning as he sees the place.

"About time..."

He settles down at a booth and orders a beer and a plate os spaghetti before glancing around, letting his mind trip around thre room for familiar voices.

Cable is back and glad to be in Milliways

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he hands over the bunny cookie.

"Yes, a bunny. A cookie, for eating! You like cookies, yes?"

Harold takes the bunny cookie and bounces it across the bar.

"Tookie dood!"
Not that he would be so mean as to eat a bunny.

He grins.

"Cookies are very good. I like them too. I like to make them."

He looks at her like he's a magician.

"You mate tooties???"

Nathan holds up a hand and concentrates. And then there are cookies on his hands, animal cookies, five of them.

Harold staaaaaaaaaaares.

"ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh~!"

Nathan grins.

"Cookies are fun."

Still staring at his hand, "LIKE YOU!"

Hey someone who can automatically make cookies appear is handy to have around.

Nathan smiles.

"I like you, too."

He grins and puts the cookies down.

"Are yoiu out playing today?"

"Uh-huh!

'now dere," he points, "la'er gonna doe play wif Millie 'n Wade!"

"Ahhhhh. Sounds like fun! They are your friends?"

Noding lots, "uh-huh! And know wha'? Wade FLY.

Is lot fun! Sometime we doe and play in Hous' wif 'nowball. But lot time we play in deir woom wif 'now.

Lik her!"

"Oh yeah? Do you like to fly too?"

Oh he got on a good topic. Harold becomes more extited and animated. "UH HUH!! One time I meet King Shak 'n he make me fly! Fly wound wooooom!" He sticks his arms out like an airplane and makes zooming noises.

Nathan's eye flashes ans a gentle telekinetic hand reaches out and lifts harold, just a few feet off the ground.

"Like this?"

There is the definite feel of a surface beneath Harold, just as solid as if he was standing on the ground.

"eeeeee!!" Harold feels around on the solid air, and peeers down at the ground.

He squees and glees more.

Nathan gently brings him around in an arc, turning with him and keeping him fairly low and slow as Harold 'flies' around a little.

"See, you are magic!"

There's lots of gigglesqueeing. He bounces. "Madick madick madick!"

Nathan carefully brings him slowzzooming up a little more and then back around to land where he started.

"I like to fly myself. "

Harold glees as he lands.
Then staares a bit. "You fly?"

"It wouldnt be much fun if I could make others fly and not do it myself... now would it?"

And he simply rises, a small halo of blue fire all around him, his eye's fire pullsing like a heartbeat. But it isnt hurtful, or dark, or ominous, but gentle and kind fire.

His smile is the same as he grins at Harold and simply sits on air.

"Flying is fun, and should be done whenever possible."

There's more staring.

Enthusiastically, "Me want fly always!"

"One does have to rest sometimes, but I dont see why we cant arrange for ytou to fly sometimes. If it is okay with your guardian?"

Insert Harold's confused face. "darden? Dat ouside."

"No, I mean, with whoever is taking care of you?"