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Okay, he's back. Jittery, (though he knows better than to show it,) and watching the bar from a place in the corner (where he can have his back to a wall) and fingers curled tight around his glass.

But he is here.

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And so is she.

Watching him from across the bar, lazily twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Relaxed, calm. Waiting.

Waiting for him, perhaps.

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The minute he spots her, there's a

And a familiar smirk.

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Ah. There he is. She smirks back, and stretches, flexing her fingers.

Speaks, and the words carry easily.

"What a strange place this is, little brother."

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He stands, swirling the water idly in his glass.

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"You could say that."

She watches him from under half-lowered eyelids.

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Crossing to her, before settling lazily into the seat next, immediately tipping it back onto two legs to rock.

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"The co-owner of the bar."

She eyes the glass of water with something like distaste.

"A rather lovely man called Hawkeye."

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Fiyero is here also, but then ... since he can't leave that isn't so surprising.

He wanders over to Jack and gives, for lack of a better word, a light smile.

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"My sister is here," Jack says immediately, eyes wide.

"Or Frost's rather. Please be so careful and do not speak to red haired women named Serafina if your life depends on it?"

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He blinks a little, but only nods and slips in closer to Jack.

"You are all right? And I will not, then."

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"I am."

Maybe. Probably. A little.

"I think."

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"Well." He pauses and lays his and on Jack's arm.

"I am here, should you decide you are not."

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"I am."

His hand, cool and light, sets on top of Fiyero's.

"But be here anyways, yes? Please sit with me. I have missed you terribly."

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"What's the matter, dear?"

The question borders upon genuinely interested - it really does.

There's even a bit of a smile for him - though most of it is for the fact that the nymph is very likely standing ceremony for her at the moment, probably fidgeting something wicked.

In short, it's a good day. Good enough for momentary politeness to jittery little things even.

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"Hello, Lady."

Jack, smiling, and polite, because she makes Frost happy, and he knows it and is thankful for it.

"It is... I will let him speak to you about it, it is something the both of you must discuss, and rather grave, I fear.

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She slides into the seat easily enough, snatches a quick kiss before arcing a brow curiously.

"Ah, siblings," her lips twist and the tone fairly drips sarcasm. "You are nothing short of overjoyed, I presume?"

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Utterly, utterly thrilled.



A gesture at the window.

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"I can hold my own, dear."

She's a bit of that all on her own.

"Perhaps I will play nice?"

If the smile is any indication, nice is a relative sort of term.

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Beautiful, says his voice.

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A pair of psychedelically coloured glasses are peering over the edge of a table not quite in the corner.

“Was it a wrackspurt?” they enquire politely.

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"A what?"

Jack draws back a little, because woah.

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“A wrackspurt.”

A hand joins the glasses, pushing them up to reveal a pair of wide grey eyes.

“Or perhaps a gulping pimply?”

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"No."

He shakes his head, and sets his water aside.

"A sister, and she is different than that. What sort of thing are you, to speak so strangely?"

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“I’m a Luna.”

Her head pokes up, chin resting on the tabletop.

Added as an afterthought, “I’m a witch. What are you?”

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"Jack of the Frost."

He nods, and sips his water.

"Just that."