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April inna bar, looking rather pleased with herself.

She's got a couple of full notebooks sitting next to her and is transferring the contents (her novel) onto the laptop in her lap.

She's been at this for a while - she'd welcome a distraction.

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"One, so far. He's not two yet. Th'other's due this winter."

April smiles and traces circles on the tabletop with her fingernail. Oh, to be a mother, to have a family... "Well, I wish you and your wife the best of luck raising them." she says with, it must be admitted, a bit of a jealous smile.

He doesn't miss the jealousy.

"Thanks... you've none of your own?"

April shakes her head. "Nope. I hoped, with Roger... but no. I don't even know if I can now, technically, since I'm dead. I mean, I have my hopes, but..." she snaps her mouth shut. "Sorry. Keep rambling. I'll try not to do that."

"Ramble all you like, lass", he says, amused. "Nowt wrong with it."

"Oh. Well. I just, sometimes it bothers people, you know?" She grins sheepishly. "I'm a pretty good writer, like I said, but if you get me talking..." she puts her hands up in defeat.

And she's totally not thinking his accent is hot. After all, he's married with kids. Er... kid and kid-on-the-way.

...sort of married, anyway. In every sense except the legal one.

"My closest friend's Irish", he informs her. "You get used to it."

"Oh, well then!" April says brightly. "Y'know, I actually think I might have some Irish in the heritage... I don't know, I never really got on well with my parents."

"I never knew mine", he says with a shrug. "I know who my mother was, at least."

"You're lucky." April says flatly.

She would rather not know her parents. At least then she wouldn't remember 18 years of being told she was a mistake, stupid, ugly, etc...

"Maybe. Some get it better than others."

"And many get it better than me." she shrugs. "Sorry, don't want to start a pity-party or anything..." she smiles uncertainly.

He shrugs a little. "If you wanted to talk about it, it's fine."

"I don't. Not really. Don't like thinking about it, y'know?" she shrugs. "It's just life and its annoyances."

"Fair enough."

He's not really much of a talker.

She can be. But she doesn't know what to say.

"If your little boy ever comes in with you, I'd love to meet him." she offers.

Okay, so she does know what to say.

He smiles at the mention.

"I do bring him in sometimes. I'll be sure and introduce you."

"Great!" she beams. "And, um, not to sound like a desperate teenager or anything, but I'm a really good babysitter if you ever bring him in and end up needing to go off without him or whatever..."

She doesn't sound like she'd really really like that. Really.

He chuckles.

"I'll remember that. Never can tell what might happen here."

"So I hear." She says with a wry smile. She wouldn't know from experiance.

[ooc: ...and I think he just ran out of words. fade for now and let them talk again another time? :D]

[ooc: Sounds like a plan. Huzzah. Will you be on tomorrow?]

[ooc: should be!]

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