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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He's inside this time, so y'know, no flags. But he does have a laser pointer. Well, it's not so much a pointer, as a bit of light from which a line of light emits, letting another point drift across the face of the bar. If theres any Kitties around, it's bound to be tempting. He's perched calmly on a table, where he can get a good view on everyone. He's cautious like that. Well one hand aims the laser thingie, he reaches out with the other one, and a rat thats not busy gets a flight across the room.*

Hiya Al! long time no see. I need a mead, and ....huh... y'know, i don't remember the last time i ate. How about some fried paradoxes? Thanks.

*And he is kind enough to send Al back across the room.*

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Paradox. It's not an onion ring.

*Thats about the best description he can make.*

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Well, thank goodness for that." Ace replies sarcastically, but takes a paradox anyway. She is rather hungry.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He winks.*

S'only way to describe that.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Why do I not find that comforting?" she asks, but she does take a tentative bite of the unidentifable fried thing. Well....

....

It isn't an onion ring.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim watches her face, his own grinning.*

Kinda good, huh?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Yessss...." Ace draws out the word, because she isn't entirely sure. They aren't bad... Then the rat re-appears with piping hot muffins and creamy butter, and a second follows with a steaming cup of tea in bone china. Ace blinks in surprise at the finery, but hands them the discoid anyway. One of the rats (could have been the original one, Ace couldn't tell) took the discoid in his paws and scuttled away with it.

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*Tim stretches his feet out on the chair beside him.*

Life here is quite amusing.