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Robbie comes from upstairs, dressed in fresh clothes.

He eyes the wall, hoping to see the door, but is disappointed when there is nothing but a wall to greet him. With a sigh, he heads towards the bar and orders a filet of beef with roasted potatoes and a glass of wine. He's still amazed by the appearance of the food, but only for a moment, then takes his plate and wine to a booth where he can eat quietly.

Once seated, he pulls out a notebook and a fountain pen and begins to make scribbled notations between bites of his food. It was horribly improper of him, but he doubted anyone would take note of his lack of manners at this moment.

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"Excuse me sir?"

There is a young woman nearby, with a sleeping toddler on her knee and a notepad of her own.

"Do you possibly know how 'invited' is spelt?"

He looks up and smiles kindly.

"I-N-V-I-T-E-D," he spells out for her.

Shufti smiles shyly.

"Thank you sir." She writes it down carefully, using a quill.

"I'm not very good at spelling." she admits. "And I couldn't find it in the dictionary, so I must have been way off."

"What is it you are writing, if I may ask?"

Robbie sets aside his own pen and paper and sips his wine.

"It's only a rough draft, I need to get someone to check it in case I've got any of the words wrong. I'm getting married soon, and I need to make invitations." she explains.

"I'm Shufti, this is Jack, it's nice to meet you."

"I am Robbie," he says, bowing his head to her in respect. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Shufti, Jack." He then smiles. "Congratulations on your engagement and intended marriage."

She smiles and adjusts the sleeping toddler.

"Thank you, we're both very excited about it. Nice to meet you Robbie."

Another smile as she wipes up baby dribble from her trousers.

"May I ask what you are working on?"

"Notes," he replies. "I wish to keep notes about this place for when I return home. It might be the only way I remember it... or prove it's a fevered dream."

"Oh." she nods.

"It's okay, it's real all right. Good thing too, or Jack and I would have starved ages ago."

He sighs sadly.

"If this is real, then I am truly stuck here and that door is still missing." Robbie glances to the wall. "I've been told it will return, when it's meant to, but..." Robbie shakes his head and then smiles at her. "Starved?"

"Oh don't worry, lots of people get stuck but they get out again." Shufti says reassuringly, then nods. "I got pregnant with Jack in the middle of a long war. There wasn't much food and I was dreadfully underweight until I found this place."

"You look well now," he compliments. "And you are to be married. It sounds like this place has been kind to you."

"Thank you." She smiles. "It has, very much so. Jack was born here and I met my husband to be here. It has its weird moments but I like it here very much."

[ooc: I have to go to bed now, sorry]

Nearby is not one, but TWO -- Miniver is with Draco, practicing his butterfly-conjuring spell. He stops when he sees Robbie, and eyes the wine a little longingly.

Draco noticed him stopping, and then glanced over to see what attracted Miniver's attention. Cool gaze at Robbie.

Robbie is relatively oblivious to the couple. He makes another note before sipping his wine, and when he looks up briefly, he sees them.

Miniver is given a shy, tentative smile.

"'Lo, Robbie," Miniver calls over. "Settling in?"

Still eyeing the wine.

Draco gave a cool smirk, but then glanced toward Miniver.

Subtle nudge to stop the wine eyeing.

"Yes, thank you," he replies. "Again, I will have to make it up to you, all your help that first night. The room is satisfactory, too."

He gives Miniver another smile, and a glance to Draco.

"I am trying not to settle in too much, though. I desperately wish to return home."

Miniver whines at Draco. "I'm just lookin', okay?" He turns back to Robbie. "Good. Hey. You got new clothes, too. Nice." Cute little Victorian!

"As long as that's all." Brief warning grip on his wrist.

He then coolly smirked at Robbie, "Might as well. Some people have been here for months or years. And that's if the door does appear again for you."

"I won't," he continues to insist.

Robbie got on with most people. He tries to find the good in everyone he meets.

Draco, though, rubbed him wrong.

"Yes," he says to Miniver. "I asked the bar for some clothing and it provided me with several pieces."

Miniver elbows Draco. "Hey. Be nice. He's new. And I am just lookin'." Pout. "Robbie, he's mean," Miniver informs him, holding Draco's hands and smirking. "Glad the room's okay, though. Hey. This is a nice place, really. Might as well have some fun while you're here. Since you mean to go back to your world, what's it matter?"

"I'll be nice if I have reason to be," Draco snottily replied.

He tends to rub a lot of people wrong... and we won't say of those he rubs right... *cough*

Robbie makes the deduction that this was Miniver's Bosie.

Whoever Bosie was since he knew that the boy's name was Draco.

"I don't wish to become comfortable here," he says quietly. "I want to go home and see Oscar."