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A girl and a man are sitting at a table in the bar.

They don't look very much alike - the girl's blonde and sharp-faced; the man tall and dark-haired - but they must be related all the same, because the girl has just called him "Father."

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"Only you." Wellard repeats, with a glance at Gabriel.

If Gabriel were an untrustworthy sort, Wellard could be worrying more. Granted, Gabriel does seem to not recall him, but his attitude towards Mary seems the same.

That still is not going to relieve all the worry Wellard has right now, though. He takes a deep breath, and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I do not remember who you are," Mary says, after a moment, when it seems clear that nobody is going to helpfully fill in the blank for her, "but I do know that I know you. I am sure I would remember if you told me."

HINT HINT.

"Quite right, Mary. I'm sure you would."

Gabriel raises his eyebrows at the young man.

"I'd think it'd be only polite for you to introduce yourself."

He may raise an eyebrow back at Gabriel. But only slightly, before he looks back to Mary.

"Robert Wasselford the third, heir to the Duke of Greyshire of Manorgate."

Wellard just about has his fingers crossed that Mary will start yelling at him for that. And if Gabriel really has not lost his memory....

Well then.

Hmmmm.

Heir to a manor is interesting, Mary supposes, but it doesn't seem like it says very much about him somehow.

"And how do I know you?" she presses.

There's not a flicker of reaction to the false name. Not overtly, anyway.

"Yes, Lord Robert, how do you know my daughter?"

Later, he will be facepalming over the alias. Oh well. Wellard manages a wry smile to the both of them.

"You met me here- about a year ago- though I've only met you recently." He gives a nod to Gabriel.

"Oh - so I come here often without Father?" Mary says, instantly interested, and then stops, looking rather wary.

". . . did you know I come here often without you?"

"You've always demonstrated a certain independence of spirit," he remarks.

Dryly.

-Gabriel certainly has not forgotten Mary, it seems. Even if they are both thinking that Mary is his daughter.

"Often enough." A bit amused, but that fades away.

"... If the both of you are alright, then- there is someone I need to find to talk to."

"Good evening, Lord Robert," Mary says.

It's hardly prim at all.

He gives a slight bow, socially correct and formal.

"Wăn ān, sir."

It is easier to be formal than to try to act at ease when he is not. Wellard gives a nod to Mary, then returns Gabriel's bow (though his manner is certainly more British than Chinese).

"Good evening, and I hope to continue to see the both of you around."

A step back, then he turns around to leave.

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