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There is an Yrael in the bar, tonight, though you may miss him if you are looking for the standard albino-young-man-dressed-all-in-white.

There is an albino young man who looks much like Yrael at the bar, tonight, but he is dressed in a dark green shirt with a white jacket, and black dress pants. It is a new thing, owning clothes. Yrael fears he may have to learn how to use an iron, someday soon.

But the newly clothes-owning not'cat is not very happy, tonight. He came home yesterday to find his corner in near shambles: his books in disarray and his other things jumbled about. His copy of the Oxford English Dictionary had actually fallen upon his violinstrings, and had snapped three of them.

He is seeing to his violin right now, restringing it. Do come welcome him home and try to dissuade him from the belief that torching the damn clock would be the best course of action.

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"Cruelty! Meanness!" He exclaims in shock. "I leave for a week and come back to a ravaged bar where my friends have been replaced by the cruelest of cruel people!"

Svava giggles, leaning against him.

"Very well, then. Since you've been gone, and deserve to have some leeway."

(And rather since Svava is nearly bursting to tell everyoe the news...)

She beams at Yrael.

"I'm pregnant."

The smile that spreads across his face is brilliant as he catches Svava in a hug.

"Oh, my friend, that is wonderful! I am very happy for you."

The smile is mostly grin, now. "I had suspected something, when we last talked before I left."

She hugs him, beaming-

Before pulling back to eye Yrael. "-You did?"

He chuckles, "A little. Nothing specific. I was not really sure what I was sensing, but Life does make its presence known, typically."

"Well, now you know for future reference." Svava makes a face at Yrael, and chuckles quietly, leaning against him.

"Oh, gods. A baby, Yrael. We never even had the hope...."

Yrael smiles, gently running a hand through Svava's hair.

"Well, you know what they say. Milliways: Six impossible things before breakfast."

"It had to get around to you and Archie eventually, my friend. A baby. A child. A new person. Family," he says, gently. He is glad for his friends in their new-found joy. Their hopes coming to fruition, past all barriers of possibility.

One of the many reasons why Yrael loves Milliways.

She chuckles quietly, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I'd not say impossible, quite. For anything. Unlikely, perhaps, or improbable. But never impossible, here."

"Impossible in the conventional sense," he says, gently. "It used to be something the staff would boast of, before even Bernard became Barman. Milliways was where six impossible things would happen before breakfast. They used to tell that to newcomers, occasionally."

He smiles, "To get them ready for what they were about to go through."

"I'll have to remember that line." She smiles wryly. "The next time I'm introducing someone to this place."

"It is useful, and rather exemplifies what they will find here."

"Rather than searching about for a way to explain everthing- though that still ends up needing to be done, eventually." Svava shakes her head, amused.

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