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The problem with the holiday season is that nearly everyone who knows Arthur gives him tea.

This is also the best thing about the holiday season.

That's not to say it's all he's recieved, though. He's also got a new dressing gown (which looks mostly like the old one, only significantly less worn and stained) and Kenna is at his feet wholeheartedly enjoying one of his new toys.

Company would be most welcome.

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Well here, Arthur.

Have a cute bohemian artist.

She's Mark's friend.

"H'lo!" she says brightly from a table or two away. She's feeling friendly, apparently.

"Hello."

Kenna perks up his ears at the unfamiliar voice. He likes strangers.

April sees the dog.

And melts.

"Oh, god, your dog is adorable!"

He smiles and scratches the dog behind the ears.

"He likes to think so."

"He's really cute. May I pet him?"

"Sure. He loves attention."

Kenna drops his toy and looks up hopefully as she says 'pet.' He knows that word!

April slips out of her seat and settles herself cross-legged on the ground in front of Arthur.

"Hey, puppy..."

Yes, Kenna, you may 'maul' her.

If by 'maul,' you mean 'cover with sloppy doggie kisses,' that's exactly what he does.

"I'm Arthur, by the way."

"April." She laughs and scratches Kenna behind the ears. "Nice to meet you."

Oh, look. Appearing at Arthur's table is a blonde filmmaker with a wrapped package. Inside is a collection of tea from various countries, tied up in a tea towel, with a note: Because someone told me once you never should forget where your towel is.

Arthur beams as he opens the package. It's nice to see a tradition being kept up.

"Hello, Mark."

"Hey." Mark grins, and plunks in a chair at the table. "I haven't seen you in ages, Arthur. How're you doing?"

Kenna scoots over to Mark and gives him a look that says "Pet me."

Go ahead, Mark. Try to resist that.

"Oh, pretty well. How are things back home?"

Mark's not a dog person. Never has been. However, he really can't resist. Reaching down, he scritches the dog behind the ears. "Going really well, actually. We're busy with our next film." He shrugs, then pauses, a rather silly look on his face. "Got engaged too."

Arthur grins.

"I remember you telling me about the ring. Congratulations."

Mark beams. "Thanks." He pauses, fiddling with his bag for a moment. "Uh, I'd like you to be in the wedding." It kinda all comes out at once.

"I'd be honored."

Mark grins. "That's wonderful. Thanks. The ceremony, uh, I think is going to be somewhere at the end of March. We, er, haven't found an exact date yet."

"Well, you've got plenty of time to plan."

He gets a rather dreamy look in his eyes.

"Isn't it amazing to think that out of an entire universe full of people, you've found the one person you want to spend your entire life with?"

Mark beams. "Yes. And it's even stranger when they're from another universe, actually."

He blinks.

"That's a good point."

Mark shrugs. "Sara's from Earth, but another Earth. And seven years in my future." He pauses. "I don't ask questions."

"Ah, yes. That's when I start referring to people as "my friends, from out of town."

Mark laughs. "See, that's the good thing about Bohemians, too. They appear out of nowhere, with sketchy backgrounds. You take people as they are."

Sharpe is in the bar too, with a very young baby in the crook of one arm and Kenna's littermate held on a leash with his other hand.

Kenna barks quietly - well, quietly for a Doberman - as he catches his brother's scent.

"Quiet, now."

Looking around, he notices Sharpe and family and smiles.

"Afternoon", Sharpe says, smiling back. "Arthur, aye?"

"That's me."

"Seen you at the Antarians' things", Sharpe notes. "Not sure we've met proper, though."

He nods. "No, I don't believe we have. Arthur Dent."

"Richard Sharpe." He doesn't really have a hand free for shaking, but the thought counts, right?

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