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[OoM: In which there is early-morning conversation and bed-hogging. Now unlocked!]

Mal's down in the bar, now, sitting on a stool and sipping a cup of coffee. She's whistling rather tunelessly under her breath as well, staring off into space.

(Completely botherable, we add)

[ooc: many, many apologies, but I must go. slowtime is wonderful, and I should be back within a couple hours.]

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Lucky for us, Sands is completely bothering.

He nudges Mal with an elbow, dropping onto the stool beside her.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Two little hands appear on the edge of the table.

Then a pair of eyes and a nose peep over the top.

:O

Mal grins, turning to watch.

"Long time no see, stranger."

She nudges back.

Jack doesn't appear sure as to what to do next.

So he looks around.

"Mama?"

Shufti appears to have dozed off on the sofa nearby.

So she has.

Mal holds a finger to her lips. "Shush, Jack."

Jack looks back around.

"Aah."

He reaches to move around the table towards Mal. Since he can't walk yet, this comes in tricky when he gets to the moving his legs part.

As a result, he rapidly ends up going splat on his tummy.

O noes!

"You okay, little guy?"

Jack looks up at Mal to see if she's watching, then bursts into tears.

Shufti shoots bolt upright as soon as Jack starts crying. She has a large purple bruise down her forehead, and jumps up to scoop Jack up.

"Sorry sweetheart, I shouldn't have dropped off... Hello Mal."

"Hey, Shufti."

Mal frowns at the sight of the bruise. "What happened?"

"Got hit on the head." she says evasively, shushing Jack.

"How are you?"

"Who hit you?"

Mal shrugs, but smile anyway, "I'm fine."

“Of all the gin joints, in all the world…”

Smirking, he liberates her coffee and takes a sip.

She eyes him. "You're strange. And that's my coffee."

"A lamp. Jack knocked it."

Closer inspection will reveal abrasions around her wrists.

"Really."

Mal changes her tactics. "You been home, lately?"

“It is?”

He takes a gulp, and then winces because ow. Hot.

Sulkily, “Casablanca. It’s a classic.”

She nods.

"We made it to Lancre. Took the stage coach. I'm working in the castle kitchens as an assistant. They let me have Jack there."

"It is. Are you going to pay for it?"

Teach him to drink her coffee!

"Never heard of it."

"Oh, well, that's good. Anyone bothering you?"

"... not in Lancre. They're very friendly."

“Now, why would I do that?”

He grins, but pushes the mug back across to her anyhow. What a kind and generous soul!

“You should watch it.”

"Good."

But - hmm.

"And here?"

"'cause you're secretly a kind and generous person?"

Ah, but the coffee is back. She sips it, raising her eyebrows.

"What's it about?"

She hesitates.

"Jack's father turned up."

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