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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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"Okay!"

And over to Liam they trot.

The bag of books gets dragged behind her.

The first words out of her mouth are, "You don't yell?"

Liam blinks down at them - that wasn't exactly what he was expecting by way of a greeting.

"...should I?"

"Well... yeah! You're a daddy, and daddies yell!"

If it were about something nice this would actually be cute.

That gets a blink, and he starts to frown as he crouches to their level.

"Not all daddies", he says firmly.

"Well. Not in stories," she concedes.

"Not even just in stories", he says gently.

That gets wide, curious eyes.

"Really?"

"Really." He's got a fair idea of where she got the idea, and he doesn't press the subject just now. "What's your name?"

"Rilla." She's a bit too startled by the revelation that not all daddies yell to give her 'full name'.

"Well, hey, Rilla", he says, keeping his voice nothing but friendly - no sense worrying the child by being obviously worried about her. "Good to see Megan's made another friend."

"Well, she's kinda little, but I haven't seen any other kids."

That and she's just nice like that.

"There's a few", Liam tells her. "Not very many, though, and the only one I see a lot is Megan's age. Her name's Sunny."

"Oh. Well that's okay, there's lots of nice people. Like Mr. Adrian and Miss Sara and Mr. Mark and Mr. Charlie and my best friend ever, his name's Miniver."

You have to love how everyone gets a Mr. or Miss before their name... except Miniver.

They connected too deeply, apparently.

"It's good to find friends when you're in a strange place", Liam agrees. "My name's Liam, by the way."

"Oh, it's not strange," she says matter-of-factly. "It's in my closet."

...well, it makes sense to her.

"But you've never been here before, right?" he points out, amused. "So it's... unfamiliar, at least. Somewhere to explore."

That gets eager nods.

"But I don't need friends to go exploring," she points out.

"No", he concedes. "But sometimes it's more fun if you've got them."

She ponders this.

"Okay!"

It's simple as that.

He grins at her, as Megan attaches herself to his leg.

"So where do you come from, Rilla?"

"I'm from Hartford, Connecticut," she declares.

She'd rather be from New York like Mr. Mark, though.

"Oh. That's not one of the places I've been to. Is it nice there?"

She shrugs. "I dunno. I'd rather live in New York!"

Bounce bounce.

Liam laughs. "Have you ever been there? Or just met someone from there?"