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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 laughs, glittering briefly.

"Last time I checked, at least."

Will just smiles at the two of them, a good bit of awe in his eyes and a grin too,

"Well, must be quite a fine tale o''ow ye two came to know each other then. Let me buy yer next round o'drinks or 'rhaps dinner if ye'll tell me the tale."

"Ah, thank you very much, Will," Tristran says with a wide smile.

The story of how they met is an interesting one, that's for sure. There really are no other words to describe it, unless you count 'strange', 'wtf' and 'uhhh...' to the list.

It might require a lot more than just one round of drinks.

"Ah, yes. Food," she drawls, eyes rolling skyward. "I do believe that you have guaranteed yourself instant friendship, sir."

Tristran's easy like that sometimes.

"I will pass myself," she adds. "Though I do thank you kindly for the offer."

Will just laughs, he likes Tristan and calls over a wait rat,

"Anythin' in particular ye like or just ask Lady Bar to surprise us?"

"Oh, anything will be quite fine, thank you," Tristran cheerfully says, briefly giving Yvaine another Look.

Right, so, okay. He's the sort who really likes his food. But it's Milliways, a place where they serve the very best. Can he really be blamed?

Yvaine just laughs and leans easily against his shoulder.

He's free to like it all she wants - just as long as the only time she's forced to eat it is when Tobias shoves it in her mouth.

"Ask Lady Bar to surprise us then with somethin' that both Tristan an I will like an ye dinna wish for anythin', milady?"

They're quite charming together and do make Will miss Molly a bit and worry about her coming to Nottingham, which makes him look a bit older and tired for a moment.

Tristran leans a little towards Yvaine as well, and smiles in Will's direction as he makes the request.

It doesn't take him too long to see the slightly tired expression on the other man's face. Curiosity, laced with a subtle concern leads him to ask, "Are you quite all right, Will?"

"I am quite fine without anything," she insists, then blinks a moment up at Tristran before tilting her head, eyes bright and curious.

"Though you do look troubled."

Will's smile isn't quite as bright as he'd like it to be, but he tries,

"Just tax time in Nottingham is all. Truly naught for ye to worry 'bout."

"Ah," says Tristran, nodding a little solemnly. "If my recollection of the stories holds true, isn't that when things tend to get a little violent between parties?"

The star just narrows her eyes - dark now, and unnaturally blue - gaze flickering back and forth between the two of them.

She doesn't know the stories herself - she's been raised on either the ones that she has seen for herself or on the ones that her sisters invented for her - and she doesn't quite understand the technicalities of any of the things that they're discussing.

Now Tristan seems a fairly capable man and if he knows the stories then lying won't do any good, so the smile fades quite quickly,

"Aye, an Prince John is givin' 'im 'xtra men, thinkin' might ask folks 'ere for aide."

"It sounds as though the situation is growing worse," Tristran muses thoughtfully.

It might be unlike him to ask such a question, but time and experience has created a hero out of the young man.

"And how many men do you think you'll need?"

The star settles quietly, crosses her arms over her chest and simply listening.

This would be known as Yvaine biding her time - not necessarily due to any aversion to helping, but rather due to the 'not discussing this nor including your star-shaped girlfriend' factor.

Will just rubs at his wrist before he answers, looking at the arrows he fletched, not sure how to start explaining how dark and hard this year has been,

"Aye, it 'as, e'erytime feels like there's a moment to rest, somethin' else 'appens. Na sure, troops thirty men with crossbows or pikes an a Knight come to make 'is name."

"You'll need men who know how to use swords," Tristran says, by way of offering his services. He'll help if Will needs it. He's had time to practice along the way of his own adventures so he'll be of good use.

"Bows and arrows too, though I can't say I'm any good with that."

Her fingers worry at her wrist and she leans back in her seat, lips pursed and vaguely simmering, glow sputtering out.

Let the men talk about things, then.

Very well.

Will opens his mouth to accept Tristan's help, but its rather hard to miss Yvaine's rather present anger,

"Forgive me for takin' yer man 'way, milady. Just grateful for any who know the use o'a sword an would be willin' to aid Nottingham."

Tristran...doesn't really want to look in Yvaine's direction right now. He knows she's likely to berate him later, and he knew for a little while now that she didn't approve of any of this.

But...he's not going to volunteer her assistance as well. He can't. He couldn't even bear the thought of losing her, especially in some place that isn't their home.

"I'll only be gone for a bit," he says, voice low. "You could stay here. There's a lot you could do..." (He basically knows his efforts will be useless.)

She laughs briefly at Will's comment, sparing him a quick smile.

"Oh, it is not you that I am angry with - and do expect help, sir. I see no reason for you not to deserve it."

Tristran, for his part, probably shouldn't look in Yvaine's direction right now. She might lose that very fine control over the urge to scream at him like a holy terror.

"You do not honestly think that you are leaving me here," she lowers her voice as well, edgy and purposefully sweet. "I do not care if there is a lot I can do."

Will feels quite awkward and this moment and is incredibly grateful that at this point, food arrives, rather a lot of it since Bar does know Will and Tristan.

While the dishes are being set out, Will tries to think of something to say that won't cause even more trouble between Tristan and Yvaine,

"Would be grateful then, an we 'ave 'nough men with bows, 'nother 'and with a blade would be quite useful. Do ye 'ave any skill at 'ealin', milady?"

"I - I know that," Tristran says, still avoiding Yvaine's DEATH GLARE OF DOOM. "I just mean - I thought that perhaps this time...that..."

Oh, it's very much useless.

He takes a breath. "Yvaine, if something happened to you while we were there, what would I do?"

And that doesn't work the other way?

"You are being stupid," the glare intensifies and she straightens, no longer touching him, and tilts her chin. "We will discuss this later - and for now we will stop making Will uncomfortable."

Mildly commanding.

"Eat your meal, Prince Charming."