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Jed's hiking outside. Chilly or not, he'd started to feel a need to be out of the bar itself for a little while.
He had a coat, and boots that were better suited to autumn weather than his usual suit or dress shoes.
A pebble had gotten into one, and he paused to yank the boot off and shake it out. His fingers felt stiff. He swore under his breath, then looked around, a little guiltily.

[ETA:Millitimed to the evening of October 14th]

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Madolyn is bundled up as well, given the fall weather, dressed in a black peacoat and a red scarf. It's nice outside. She notices Jed after a moment, and makes her approach.

"Hello."

"Good afternoon," he looks up, smiling.

She returns the smile, and, figuring she might as well get introductions over with now, offers her hand. "Madolyn Madden, Boston 2006, psychiatrist. You bound?"

"Jed Bartlet, D.C., 1999. Pleased to meet you," he shakes her hand.

"The pleasure is mine."

Jed, now, isn't going to bring up where he works just yet--if ever he does.
So far he hasn't discussed that with anybody in Milliways. He tends to consider himself 'off duty' while he's here.

"Getting restless too? I like the place, but sometimes it's a bit loud."

"I suppose, in my case, it's more of a collecting-my-thoughts thing. Being relatively new can scramble your brains. How long have you been bound?"

"Psychic?" he asks, one eyebrow raised. "I don't believe I said that I was."

Whoops. Faux pas.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed, given the general lack of doors in the bar. And I thought, if I felt tired of the bar, I'd go home and have myself a cup of hot chocolate."

She shrugs noncommittally.

"It seems to be random whether or not a person's door vanishes, on their first trip in or later," he says, shrugging. "And some of the people I've met wouldn't go back, even given the option. I will, when
I'm ready.
Is it winter in your Boston now, too?"

"I guess I could see why people might want to stay. But, as they say, home is where the heart is. And yes, it is currently, well, was, winter in Boston. To say the least, it was quite cold when I left. How was D.C. when you left?"

"We had a good year. It's late fall there, almost time for Thanksgiving.
What do you think of Milliways, so far?" genuinely curious.

She takes a moment to consider a response, raising a hand to her mouth.

"I think it's a very nice place. People here are so good, it's hard to be scared after your first five minutes here. I get the impression nothing intrinsically bad would ever happen here."

"I hope you continue to find it so, then." He nods, with a somewhat tired smile. "Have you seen the lake or the greenhouse here?"

Ginny smiles looking at him, walking over "I won't tell, you said a bad word"

"Thanks," he says, chuckling, "though at my age I think people expect me to be crotchety on occasion. And,hi."

Ginny smiles giggling "I think its okay. you don't look that old. Our old head master was 115"

"Good grief..." he shakes his head. "I'll settle for four score and ten, thanks. How're you doing?"

"I'm doing good. But he was killed or he would have been older. How have you been?"

"Busy, but alright. I'm sorry to hear about your teacher," he holds out a hand. "I was going to the stables. Walk with me?"

She puts her hand in his "That sounds like a good plan"

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