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Suzi, a pad of paper, and a collection of colored pencils which are held in her right hand and tentacles. She's drawing any number of things in a variety of fire colors as she attempts to work out what would be the most effective way of fashioning Rachel's requested commission.

And every thirty seconds her left ankle goes jingle.

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Bob's sitting at the Bar with a large, unopened book next to him. When he sees Suzi, he waves, then gets up and walks over to where she's seated. "Hey, Suzi. What's processing?"

"Hi, Bob." She grins up at him, "I'm, um, doing concept sketches for a commission? And then I'm going to get a knitting book from the bar."

"A commission? You mean for your jewelery?" He sits down in the seat next to her. "Who's it for?"

"Her name is, um. Rachel? I think." She turns the pad so that he can see very, very rough sketches of burning chickens.

Suzi's grasp of bird anatomy is fairly limited.

"The, um. Jewelry won't look like chickens."

And now the mun has an irrational desire for burning chicken jewelry.

"Uh..." Bob tilts his head and frowns. "What is it going to look like, then?"

"Prettier birds. Made out of fire? I just, um. Need to get more pictures of birds." She shrugs, and laughs at herself.

"Ohhh," Bob says, suddenly undesrtanding. "You mean like a phoenix. I see. That makes much more sense."

"That's the word she used." Suzi agrees, "I'd never heard of them? Because, um, I'm not good with fire? So people don't tend to tell me stories about fire?" She eyes her drawings, then sets them down, "How have you been? Is your book any good?"

Suzi likes books. A lot.

"What, that thing?" Bob looks back toward the Bar. "Nah, it was a gift from--wait. Where'd it go?"

The Kitsune Sutra is no longer on the Bar.

It is now on the table between Bob and Suzi.

Bob blinks. "When did that happen?"

"Um." She...isn't quite sure. It just did. Homing Kitsune Sutra! BWA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA! "I...don't know? You didn't do that?"

"No! I left it over on the Bar when I came over here!" He sneaks a sidelong glance at Bar. Did she move it over to the table somehow?

Suzi, meanwhile, is eyeing the book. Kitsune she knows, but Sutra? The question is: with Bob glancing at Bar, does he notice the tentacle getting ready to lift the cover of the book?

Bob's busy looking around, trying to see who might have moved the book. It seems too heavy for the wait-rats... Foxtrot is nowhere to be seen, but he's a shapeshifter so that doesn't necessarily mean anything... no one else seems to be paying much attention to them...

Then he spots Suzi starting to open the book.

"Uh, Suzi, you may not want to--"

Too late, Bob! She flips it open to a pair of tentecle free bipeds doing something very interesting involving a jar of chocolate, two pillows, and an erotic version of hula-hoops and tiiiiiilts her head right in order to staaaare at it.

Bob facepalms. "I'msorryitwasn'tmyideaFoxtrotgavemethebookIdon'tevenwantitpleasedon'tkillme..."

She staaaares for another minute and then says, "I bet Whistler could do that."

Bob stops abruptly in mid-babble. For a long moment, he doesn't move.

Then, very slowly, he lifts his head to look at Suzi.

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"I said I bet Whistler could do that." Her voice may be a little distracted, but only because she's trying to figure out if she's going to need to get chocolate, or if there is already some upstairs, "I, um. I know I could."

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Bob doesn't say anything, but the "WTF" is quite clear on his face.

She glances up at him and then says, "Well. I'm, um. Really quite bendy? And Whistler is too?"

"You--but--I--gnnnng. I did not need to know that."

"You're the one with the interesting book." She does not understand why he's freaking out, really. She turns a page and makes another considering sound.

"I don't want it!" he almost shrieks. "Foxtrot gave it to me because he thinks I have a crush on Laini or something, and now Bar won't let me get rid of it!"

"Oh." She peers at the book again, then at Bob, and then back at the book, "Maybe you need it? To, um. Get used to the idea of sex in general?"

She has so got to get a copy.

"I do not have a problem with sex," he says defensively. "I just have a problem with getting a giant book of sexual positions in the middle of a public place."

She blinks at him in confusion and says, "But its not like you're going to actually have sex in a public place? Its a totally different thing!" Page flip, "...and a great conversation starter? I wonder if Whistler can do that?"

"Oh, no..." Bob groans and facepalms. "I am not hearing this. I'm not..."

He walks away, muttering to himself.

She'll leave his book for him.

...After taking notes.

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