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[an_evening_star]

It's been a while.

Okay, so it's been way more than a while, but the narration would go so far as to err on the side of diplomacy lest it be included in the general air of 'royal lazyasses' that seems to follow its charges around on a near-constant basis. It is not lazy - it is abused and mistreated.

"- should have seen your face when it started moving!"

"It was a tree. Trees don't move - there are roots involved - it's rather the point, Yvaine."

"So you talked to one, but they cannot move?"

"Yes, but that's an entirely -"

You see what it has to live with on a daily basis?

The couple that appears along with the bickering looks rather like they've been walking a great deal - vaguely dusty, slightly threadbare, and sun-darkened (well, one of them, at least) - but altogether rather pleased, if a little footsore.

"Oh," the star remarks, blinking once at the sudden change of scenery and grinning widely. "Civilization!"

Company would be welcomed. (As would dinner, more likely than not, but first thing's first.)

(OOC: Two for the price of one! It's sort of a discount ... only not at all. AND NOW - for bedtime!)

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[tristranthorn]

Tristran blinks, too.

This is ... different.

"Wow," he says, eyebrows raising once he has composed himself. "It has certainly been a while."

[an_evening_star]

It's not different, exactly.

It's ... unexpected?

Rather surprising?

Bound to have better dessert-options than almost anywhere at home?

"More than," she agrees, quickly snatching his fingers and tugging him further into the Bar proper. Option to turn around is vetoed. "Come on then - best find somewhere to sit down."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran certainly will not argue with that. It has been quite a while since his last decent, home-cooked (or at least resembling home-cooked) meal.

And his legs are currently exhausted. And he has grown a little tired of sleeping on rocks and hard grounds and things of that sort.

"Nothing has changed," he says as he glances around, while letting Yvaine pull him along.

[an_evening_star]

Well, at least his less-than-fully-functioning appendages are on his upper body.

Yvaine rather likes to pretend that she doesn't have legs when they walk for too long. (It doesn't work all that well, but she's fairly certain that she's stubborn enough that it eventually will.)

The booth, when they get there, is a very welcome thing.

"I hardly see why it should," she sighs pleasantly, slumping in an entirely unladylike manner. "Perfectly fine the way it is."

[tristranthorn]

"Well, it's been so long, you'd expect something to change," he says with a slight shrug. "At least a little bit."

A waitrat comes around, and Tristran recalls their past experiences here. Oh, Milliways is definitely a welcomed surprise.

He begins to order a number of different things.

[an_evening_star]

The star just rolls her eyes bemusedly, settling back and absently reminding him to order pie.

It isn't like she's particularly interested in the rest of it.

"The seasons have, I'm sure, if nothing else."

Especially given their length of absence. She definitely missed the snow and everything.

"Which is unfortunate," she adds, off of the train of thought. "Because I did enjoy the parts of winter that you weren't ill for, dear."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran chuckles as the waitrat scurries off to grab his rather generous order - pie included.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" he says with a grin as he recalls the memory. "Though that whole time was a bit confusing for me."

What with the whole Victoria thing.

[an_evening_star]

We are not to speak of such things - at least not by name. Speaking of while using mocking nicknames we will take under advisement.

Dryly, though the slight shift closer takes most of the sting out of it, "Because it was a joy for me as well."

[tristranthorn]

That is perfectly fine at this point, as mocking nicknames are all part of the fun now.

"Perhaps we'll be around the next time winter comes to this place," he says, innocently ignoring Yvaine's dry tone of voice.

[an_evening_star]

She'll let that one slide. (For now.)

She arcs an eyebrow.

"Planning on going anywhere I should know about, Prince Charming?"

[tristranthorn]

"Well, I don't know. We never do seem to come here upon our own will," he says reasonably.

[an_evening_star]

"We're going to have to work on that," she replies.

They can totally overcome the cosmos - all part of a day's work!

"Even if it is just for sleeping - because, really, there is only so much wilderness-survival I can take."

[tristranthorn]

Nothing they haven't done before, that much is certain.

He nods, letting out an easy laugh. "You feel the same too, then? I was beginning to think you were enjoying the rocks and sticks underneath us when we slept on the ground."

There might be sarcasm in that. Maybe.

[will_scarlett]

Will laughs and calls out from behind the Bar,

"Eve, ye two, come I'm tendin', what can I get ye?"

[tristranthorn]

Tristran doesn't recall Will ever tending the bar. But then, it has been forever.

He waves in his direction.

"Hullo, Will," he says with a smile. "We haven't seen you in quite a long time."

[an_evening_star]

"We haven't seen anyone in quite a long time," she pipes in, easily claiming Tristran's arm and starting for the Bar.

Might as well, now that they're here.

A bright smile, "And I am certain that you can get him something - I will thank you kindly, but pass on the offer."

[will_scarlett]

"Tell me yer local ale an will pour ye some o'that also when did ye two last eat? Seems ages since we've talked or seen each other."

Will has a bit of stiffness in his movements that might be familiar to Tristran from when he was hurt.

[tristranthorn]

Ah, it is familiar, though Tristran has been quite injury-free as of late. It's been a nice sort of vacation from violence.

He provides Will with the name of their local ale. "We haven't had anything particularly decent to eat for weeks," he admits. "So anything you've got, I'll take."

He lets Yvaine take a seat before following suit, then smiles. "How have you been?"

[an_evening_star]

"The skies have been lovely though."

So she's full - in some incredibly odd, cosmic way.

She shifts, arranging her skirts neatly, "Yes, I hope that you're well. We've missed a lot."

[will_scarlett]

Will's rather quiet as he pulls Tristran's drink and orders him a meal from the kitchen,

"Aye, well 'nough. 'ave ye been followin' the road then?"

[tristranthorn]

"You could say that," he says, shrugging easily as he watches Will do his work.

"We've been ..."

Exploring?

Righting wrongs?

Avoiding Stormhold castle?

Avoiding his mother?

He'll let Yvaine field this one.

[an_evening_star]

Yvaine leans her chin in her palm, watching them both for a curious moment.

It's actually rather amusing.

Will avoids the question by asking Tristran a question - which he, in turn, avoids. Men are interesting creatures.

"We've been wandering aimlessly," she replies, continuing seamlessly. "And you have not been fine."

[will_scarlett]

Will colors slightly,

"Just got a bit o'a 'urt but 'ealin' quick as I can. Still 'ave me Kate."

[tristranthorn]

"Oh? What happened?" Tristran asks.

[an_evening_star]

Kate, then?

Interesting.

She'll leave that bit for when his cheeks have returned to a normal color.

The star just tilts her head, waiting for his answer.