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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

At some point this morning, a little six-year-old sneaks out of the infirmary, where she decided to sleep last night.

She's in the same outfit as yesterday, and her hair could use a good brushing and being pulled back again, but she's cheerfully sitting on a barstool eating chocolate chip pancakes and drinking chocolate milk.

She's only here for one more day, folks, chat with her while you can!


[ooc: Once again, we have Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe, better known to Bar patrons as April Cornwell. She's gonna be leaving sometime tonight, before grown-up April comes back from her trip, so tag before she leaves! Slowtimes are love if you can't thread now and just want a placeholder. ^_^]

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark laughs. "I might make one about Narnia sometime. Dunno about Anne or King Arthur, though. We'll see." He grins, though. "And, well, you just might be in one someday."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"That would be really cool. I live in Hartford and my Daddy's name is Matthew Cornwell and he's a doctor and my Mommy's name is Susan Cornwell and you can find me and take me to New York and I'll be famous and I won't be a problem anymore so they'll like me better!"

All said cheerfully.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. Mark barely keeps the wince back, but manages mightily. "Well, I'll definitely make sure I find you."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"You promise?" She asks, suddenly somewhat earnest and serious.

Don't promise to find her, Mark. Promise to try. Because she knows that if you try, you might fail, and it won't hurt as badly when you never find her if you don't promise for certain.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"I promise to try my hardest to find you, my dear." He grins, and holds out a hand. "We have a deal?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She shakes his hand as firmly as a six-year-old can. "We have a deal," she says firmly.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark beams. "Wonderful."