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[kitchen_maid]

Amy and Susan, curled up by the fireplace, talking nonsense at each other.

Amy would probably welcome talking to someone who knows actual words.

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[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

The redhaired woman walking by stops, smiling at them.
"Hello."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks up and smiles back. "Good evening."

Susan eyes her warily. The woman shouldn't take it personally, Susan is going through a you-are-NOT-my-Mama phase.

[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

Ilyana isn't the sort of person who'd take offense at caution. "Shy? I don't bite, sweetheart," she chuckles, meeting Susan's gaze.

[kitchen_maid]

"A little," says Amy. "Just recently.

"I'm Amy, and this is my daughter, Susan."

[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you," Ilyana turns her attention to Amy. "I'm Ilyana Dumas."

[kitchen_maid]

There's a slight incline of Amy's head.

"It's lovely to meet you. Have you been here in the bar for very long?"

[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

"A little less than a month. I'm at least not feeling as though I
should wake up and stop dreaming," with a wry smile. "And yourself?"

[kitchen_maid]

"By the way time is reckoned here, well over a year. Longer than that by the way time is reckoned at home.

"I think most people find it slightly dream-like at first. Are you Bound, or can you go back and forth?"

[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

"I'm not Bound, or not so far." Ilyana looks slightly nervous at the prospect.
"Oh. Are your family here, then?" She can't imagine wanting to be away from hers, or those she still has, that long.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary knows Amy - if not well, then at least who she is.

And Amy is on her List.

Therefore, despite the unnerving and irritating presence of an extremely tiny person prone to crying and nonsense talk, Mary is approaching, with her notebook and pen in hand.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy probably doesn't know Mary well enough to even begin to guess what being on a List means.

"Good evening, Mary," she says, cheerfully. "Have you met my daughter, Susan?"

Susan is reserving judgement on this new person.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary shakes her head.

"No," she says. "I have not met her, but it was you I meant to speak to."

Susan gets eyed very warily.

Babies are weird.

[kitchen_maid]

"I see," says Amy. "Well, if we are skipping pleasanties, I must assume it is of grave importance. What is is you meant to speak to me of?"

She may look a little worried.

If Henry has gotten himself bespelled, knocked out, stuck in the infirmary, kidnapped to a pirate ship, or into any other sort of "inexplicable predicament," well, it's going to be frightfully hard explaining it to Professor Lyon.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

There's a moment of silence except for the shuffling of paper as Mary flips to the appropriate page, before thrusting the notebook towards Amy.

"Wellard put you on the List," she explains.

(Obviously, this makes everything clear.)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy shifts Susan slightly so she can take the notebook.

"List?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"Of people I am meant to ask about what to do about bad people and killing," Mary says patiently.

She points to the page across from the List.

"This is what Wellard said."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks down at it and reads.

"I see," she says, finally.

Susan rather scowls at Mary. This new person is short and she's making Mama all frowny.

"What is it you want to ask, precisely?"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Somewhere nearby is a skinny little guy with what looks like a MOP on his head (it's his hair, no really!) making faces at the baby.

[kitchen_maid]

Susan gives him a Look.

(The grown-up version of this Look will stop hapless suitors dead in their tracks. The baby version is just very, very cute.)

He's not her Papa, that much she knows.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

No. No, he ain't NOBODY'S papa. But he does think she's adorable and doesn't see babies often.

He also might possibly be very slightly tipsy.

He continues to make faces at her, trying to get a response other than the infant version of "wtf?"

[kitchen_maid]

"She's a little shy these days," Amy says, easily.

(Though, for the record, princesses of any age do not have "wtf?" Looks. They have "We Are Not Amused" Looks.)

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He smiles a little sheepishly at Amy. "Sorry. She's cute."

[kitchen_maid]

"Thank you," she says.

"Her name is Susan, and I'm Amy. I don't believe we've met before."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"No, I haven't been here long. Miniver Cheevy, New York 1967. Earth, I'm sure you've heard of it."

[kitchen_maid]

"I've heard of Earth. I'm from Earth myself, though likely a different Earth.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Cheevy."