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It is rather fortunate that Tristran and Yvaine have not been turned into animals - who knows what sort of strange ruckus the two of them might have caused as animals with very little inhibitions.

Besides, Tristran already knows exactly how it feels to be an animal, and he can't say he enjoys it very much. He's rather glad that chapter in his life is gone and done.

There are two glasses of water on their table, and Tristran has an arm draped around the star. The couple have been out of the bar, doing what they do best (which, basically, is nothing productive) and are back tonight for even more nothingness and are very much botherable if you are so inclined to meet their acquaintance.

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She was far too courtly to express the levels of surprise and shock the words they'd said exposed her to, but simply smiled and looked at her with a gentle awe.

"I have never met a star before. This is quite a pleasure."

"I'm nothing that astounding, I assure you," she smiles brightly, skin taking on a subtle sort of glow.

Let it not be said that she's not easily flattered.

"And, trust me, I am hardly a pleasure," she slants her gaze up at Tristran.

Tristran laughs, taking her hand and squeezing it from underneath the table.

"I wouldn't say that, Yvaine," he tells her chidingly.

Marian giggled, because their loving banter was rather infectious, as was the girls rather 'sparky' manner of speaking and correcting.

"And what would you say then?"

There was something sweet and almost teasing to her tone.

Oh, now that's an opening.

She brightens again, wickedly pleased, flashing a wide, almost grateful grin at the girl across from her.

"Yes," her voice is nothing short of innocently inquisitive. "What would you say?"

Tristran blinks, then face reddening slightly, he clears his throat.

"Ah - well." He turns to Yvaine, giving her a rather silly smile. "First of all, I'd say you are a pleasure to meet -" Perhaps not when she had been throwing things at him, but once they passed that point, it was quite fine... "- and you are certainly a pleasure to know. In fact, I am very glad and very grateful to be able to spend even the briefest moment in your company -"

And then he pauses, because suddenly there is the distinct feeling of self-consciousness. He could go on, but the rest will likely be along the same sappy lines.

Marian was definitely giggling again, and it was not at all anything but the pearl like amusement of watching love at work.

(Which only caused the smallest ache.)

"I suppose you shall have to keep him then, for that was well turned."

The star blinks a moment, eyes dark and nearly knowing, before she smiles and shrugs helplessly.

She lets out a sigh - slow, grudging, and long-suffering.

"I do suppose that it's necessary after all that effort."

Tristran laughs a little embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I - well, I get this way sometimes," he admits. "Yvaine can attest to that."

He can go on forever, simply expressing the finest traits of a lady - his lady - in poetical form. He'd likely sprout sonnets if he could.

"It is a good thing," Marian said, regarding him with bemusement.

"Other lads would do well to walk in your shoes, at least so far as that regard goes."

The star pokes him mildly in the ribs and snatches his fingers under the table once more.

She tilts her head, smiles pleasantly.

"You seem the sort of lady that is plenty worthy of fine words."

He bows his head a little as he humbly thanks her for the kind words, then nods, his fingers tightening over the star's a little.

"Yvaine is right. Surely there is someone you know who might share the same sentiments for you that I do for Yvaine."

It comes out a little more as a question.

Marian raising her hand. The one with the beautiful little flower-leave motif jeweled ring on her third finger.

"I am engaged," she said.

Quiet simply.

In a fashion where it might be almost too easy, especially for those who do know loves touch so fresh and true, to note that she does not glow when she says it.

And that it does seem a fitting answer for either statement.

The star has a habit of knowing things she isn't told - of noticing things she isn't even quite paying attention to. She won't ask just yet, however, or perhaps she won't ask until she's certain.

She can never quite figure the rules of such things.

"My congratulations then," she murmurs instead and though the tone is bright her eyes still know, fingers tightening around his.

"It is certainly lovely."

Tristran is usually quite daft in matters like these, or generally any matters at all that require an extra sense of knowing, but even he can pick up on something.

"It is," Tristran says politely, "and my congratulations as well."

A part of him can't help but think, would Victoria have been like this had the two of them been engaged to each other?

"Thank you," she nodded, saying it with the exact same tone and alacrity that she had said the other few words.

It is marvelously the only subject in which she doesn't look to read people. And in which she has stopped trying to read herself in.

It is.

It is that simple. And that inevitable.

"And the two of you? Are you--?" It was the slightest question turn, and nor even the most graceful, but it was away from that momentary subject and that was better to her ~~confusion~~ sometimes.

"Are we?"

The star colors very abruptly, edges of her glittering brightly and cheeks heating.

"Well, I wouldn't - I wouldn't precisely," swallowing really shouldn't be this difficult. "Precisely say -"

For the umpteenth time that night, Tristran starts to turn red as well, clearing his throat in an uncomfortable sort of manner and laughing nervously in some pathetic attempt to cover his initial embarrassment.

"N-no, not - I mean, it isn't - yet - it's -"

"Ah," Marian said, grinning with suddenly more emotion than her body had contained for the last few minutes. "My apologies. I was simply curious."

The star flutters a hand over her face, rubbing lightly at one of her cheeks.

It doesn't do much good, to be completely honest.

"None needed."

Tristran nods dumbly, a little lost for words at the moment.

He gives Marian a weak smile.

"That's all right."

Marian smiled in spite of herself and her stumbled moment (and the moments before it).

"Well, as much fun as this has been, I think that it is time for me to find my bed and rest for the evening."

"Oh," she nods as if noticing. She still doesn't sleep quite the same. "Of course."

A nod, smiling slightly.

"It was a pleasure meeting you."

No, but she does still sleep. Especially when tired out.

Tristran nods as well, then bows his head. "It has most certainly been a pleasure, Lady Marian. We hope to talk to you again soon."

"Indeed. I hope to meet you both again at a later date. Sweet eve to you then."

With a slightly regal nod, she wandered away and into the stairwell which would lead to her bedroom and a peaceful nights rest.

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