(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*There is a slow thudding of footfalls on the stairway.*

*Andrew comes into the bar, moving like a sleepwalker. He looks around the room once, for Lilly, and doesn't see her.*


[OOC: not plotlocked, but again, please ping before tagging.]

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom has a note in his hand.

Yeah. He's sulking.*

(no subject)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Coming down the stairs, slowly, hair pinned up, face tearstained, blanket around her shoulders, is Sheila.

She finds herself an armchair, curls the blanket closer, and simply sits.

And broods.

She'd welcome comforting company. Most likely of the sort she already knows.

Strangers will either be rambled at or ignored.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is pouring tea, carefully, from the teapot in front of her. The water's near still boiling; a cloud of white steam puffs out of the cup, sweet and floral-smelling.

(no subject)

[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

The door opens and a figure in a black cloak enters the bar. Her head is covered by a hood, and she is walking with her head down.

She looks up and pulls the hood back, revealing a mass of golden curls framing a round face with flushed red cheeks and large brown eyes, looking around in surprise.

Ladies and gents, Helga Hufflepuff is in the bar. Come and say hello to the woman who is going to become one of the most famous witches in the world.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

A tired looking Angelina comes in and goes to the bar.

She orders a vodka and coke and some paradoxes and goes to a booth.

Conversation would be welcome.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon Salazar. Not Ramon Salazar s'Ffalenn anymore. Just Salazar. Which the bar would know if his mun would hurry up and finish the OOM that officially makes him curse free.

But she hasn't, so the other patrons will just have to trust her when she declares that Ramon is not suffering overly for his sins anymore. Not that you'd know it to look at him. He's newly single and yet not at the same time...it's all very complicated.

He's finding tequila isn't helping at all but is trying to make it to the bottom of the bottle anyway. He's an optimist y'see.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Alanna and Jon talk in the palace stables. She tells him about Meg, then sputters when he asks for her advice on proposing.]

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

[Extraordinarily out of Milliways: After the bar fight on Beaumonde, the crew turns to Mr. Universe to get some information.

Meanwhile, River attempts to make things safer. Simon...does not approve. And tries to fix things as best he can.

Movie spoilers, yes. Along with some variation.

Much of the dialogue written by Joss Whedon.]

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

After this.

Giles finally has woken up, and without changing out of the Tau robes, wandered downstairs.
Got a headache, a magic hangover if you will, and things seemed very different.
Not such a dabbler anymore.

Guess who just went pro?


(ooc note: He's not as powerful as Willow was, or even when he was filled with the magic from the Coven, but there's more innate magic in him now. Mage NOT Wizard though.)

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Following a series of unfortunate events, Bernard hits sensory overload. Oh dear.]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain has tea and cigarettes. No book, again; he's still watching for friends, instead.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[OOM, millitimed to before the FF crew got locked out and after Anthy was no longer locked up: River and Anthy breathe.]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Half-awake, Alanna exits the staff quarters and slams the door behind her by mistake. Wincing at the noise, she sighs and continues to a corner booth, cursing when she realizes she forgot to pick up coffee along the way.*

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel again enters the bar. She's not listening to her new iPod, because she wants to save it for when she's back in Niflheim. It is, however, with her.

She actually looks a bit less grim than usual. Not happy, but she's not entirely certain that she knows how to look happy any more.

So. Half-dead, 7'6", blond death goddess drifting about the bar with her left side covered.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam is back. He's looking just a tiny bit shell shocked, and he's yawning, but he's back. He doesn't take a look around the room before heading to a corner table and settling in with a fresh cup of coffee. It's possible he's running on pure caffeine.*

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He's curled up in a back booth.

Carefully avoiding Ramon, hiding behind a rather large book.

It's not upside down, give him a little credit, but it might as well be for all the attention he's giving it.

Please, feel free to tell him to eat something. It'd do him good.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara walks downstairs long enough to leave a note for Murphy.

Coffee and brunch in hand, she goes back upstairs.

(no subject)

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

The youngest Dent is in the bar, reading in her armchair.

For once, no harp. Just a book.

She's astonishingly bored-looking.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Sundays are good. Sundays are quiet.

Nita should probably be doing homework, same as her mun, but instead she's wandering by the lakeside, skipping rocks, and thinking.

Gratuitous Icon Post? What are you talking about?

(no subject)

[deserved_it]

Eustace has a chess set today, set up in the middle of a game, but he's not really playing. Rather, he's paging through a book on the history of weaponry.

Go ahead and challenge him to a game, though.

Also not a Gratuitous Icon Post. Really.

(no subject)

[solitashawk.livejournal.com]

When Shay is upset or confused or... anything, really, she goes flying. Ergo, that is what she's been doing pretty much since her most recent - and permanent - arrival.

Now she's sitting in the bar again, with very wind-swept looking hair, cleaning her gear. She just has the one pair of wings now; she needs to take care of them.

G'wan and talk to her. Flying always puts her in a reasonably decent mood.

((ETA: heading into slowtime now. The "real" world beckons. Stupid life.))

Exit post

[cywyllog]

(Millitimed to very shortly after these conversations.)

Everything has been taken care of. Her room has been cleaned, she has changed into the dress she arrived in, and anything that can be returned to the bar has been, including a gold ring and bracelet (that no one but she will miss) as payment for her tab. Cywyllog hopes it is enough.

And then, taking a deep breath, she approaches the Door. She hesitates for a moment, half expecting it to disppear or for someone to come stumbling in, but it remains it seems, just for her. Finally, slowly, she turns the handle, pulls it open and steps through.

She doesn't look back.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton's about.

Sitting in his customary armchair, sipping a glass of wine.

And that's it.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

[OOM: Cywyllog returns home.]

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

The second regular edition of the Milliways Say True is now ON SALE at Bar for the price of a newspaper in a patron's homeworld and translated into any language a patron would require.

There is also an offer to buy a subscription.

[ooc: Again, tag if your pup is buying and if they want a subscription, add ways_say_true to their watched list and voila! it is done.]

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty is in the bar, at a small table, writing in his notebook.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Because it's been too long since she wore it, Faith inna bar, wearing the Tshirt that Val gave her. You know the one - Do not meddle in the affairs of Milliways Staff, for you are but a plaything for Security on the front, her name and 'Security' on the back.

She also has coffee, but that's secondary to the shirt.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is in the bar, puttering about worriedly near the fireplace.

He still hasn't eaten anything in about three days. And neither has his mun, but that's a seperate issue. He's more fidgety than usual, slightly hungover, and looking fairly unfocused.

He'd welcome anyone who wants to come give him something to consentrate on before he finds something on his own, which will undoubtedly be something idly destructive.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

It's entirely possible that Aeryn's merely seated at a booth, knitting quietly. Then again, she could be perched on a stool, flipping through a fashion magazine and muttering things like: "Stupid." and "biggest pile of dren I've ever seen." You decide, Choose your own adventure, Milliways style.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan is at the Bar.

Eating.

Granted, it's soup, but she's still eating.

Most odd.

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

( OOM: after this, Bill dreams )

(no subject)

[one-eyed-wolf.livejournal.com]

The two wolves had been running for what felt like days ever since they'd left Homana-Mujhara; having gone so far that once again the trees thinned and gave way to brush and finally to civilisation in the form of a familiar bar, where a door opens - seemingly of its own accord - to admit the lupine pair.

Niall has come back to Milliways...

(no subject)

[number-ten-ox.livejournal.com]

"-right, Master Li, but I don't think- oh, there it is..."

Ox stops in the doorway, revealing a Peking full of animals and people in extremely old-fashioned clothing indeed behind him. As Ox turns to say something over his shoulder, an extremely careless ox-driver's charge blunders up against the young man's shoulder, and Ox stumbles through the door. It shuts behind him.

"Bugger," he says wearily as he dusts himself off. "I wanted to show... oh, well."


Might as well get something to drink in the meantime.

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

Cut thistles in May,
They'll grow in a day;
Cut them in June,
That is too soon;
Cut them in July,
Then they will die.

This rhyme is, ominously enough, echoeing in Jonathon Crane's head as he enters the bar. It doesn't look like he combed his hair as thoroughly as usual, and his fingers are running through it, agitatedly.

"Tea?" he asks the bar, hopefully. No coffee. Something to soothe.

A cup of earl grey and a book on why a person shouldn't be a workaholic appear.

"Such a smooth hint," Jonathon mutters, sitting down in a booth to be out of the way. He watches the crowd as he sips.

Come and poke, he won't bite. Maybe.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli makes his way into the Bar from the back door, whistling to himself, and orders his usual supper. He settles down at a nearby table to eat, and keep an eye on whatever patrons might be about today.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: Mal is in control of David. In the way that he's not.]

(no subject)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

There might be a Sheila in the bar, again.

She's really just spending time downstairs because she isn't doing so well alone, and when Shiloh isn't by, then she's well enough alone.

The baby isn't much for conversation.

But she still appears sad, and empty ... and while she was fond of Meg, for her, that's not even the half of it anymore.

Re-entrance.

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]

The front door swung slowly open and across the threshold stepped the figure of a young woman. She was wearing a long, hooded cloak the color of mustard and carried a supple cane in her right hand. The cane was quite new, and she fingered it restlessly as one might when they begin wearing a new piece of jewelry.

The hood was pushed back to reveal a mass of wavy, bright red hair and a pale, freckled face set in an unreadable expression. She blinked, tilted her head as though listening for something in particular, and then swung the cane out before her as she walked.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-THUNK

She reached one steady hand out to rest palm-down upon the bar, staring straight ahead without emotion, and finally spoke.

"Something strong, I think, M'am."

A cup of hot tea appeared steaming before her. There may have been a liberal dose of brandy in it, as well. She reached out, catching the warm cup between her hands, and then heaved a long sigh, her eyes falling closed.

Welcome back to Milliways, Ivy Walker.

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

There's a Connor inna bar, readint the latest Say True. He smiles a bit over the glittering of Gandalf, but the news about Meg makes him sad.

Come bother him.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

It had been a blissful quiet weekend with just him and Neil together. But now Todd was back in the bar again, notebook resting by him. Along with his copy of Say True, the bar took pity on him, and he got a shirt as well, and a similiar name badge he could clip on his other clothes that said "POET Todd, Nice Evil"

He was wearing the blue T-shirt now over jeans. The image printed there looked like a notebook, an inkwell, and a fountain pen. There were ink splotches on the pages, but it stated on the one page, "My name is Todd." On the opposite page, it was written, "I'm a Poet, and I'm not evil." The words, 'Poet' and 'not' were underlined.

He was currently reading the newspaper quietly, though if you looked carefully at the pages, it seemed like there were tears in spots on the paper. Upon closer inspection, these would appear to be nailmarks across a certain name mentioned in the text, obscuring it from view.

Feel free to say hi, or comment on the shirt, or the tears in the paper.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is curled in a booth, hands idly playing with a skien of power. His hair is messier than usual, and his coat less dusty than one would expect. He looks tired, and a little distracted.

Occasionally he eats a cookie, or takes a sip of milk.

(no subject)

[myladyrhiannon.livejournal.com]

"What glory ... what glory it is to fly..."

They called it a miracle, flight. And Rhiannon agreed.

Here, where the skies stretched on forever, the raven flew. She turned, banked, kited up and swept down; all the while marvelling at how easily her body responded to the currents of wind. How effortlessly flight seemed to be.

To think they would have denied me all this; this freedom, she thought to herself, her mind on her people back in Valgaard. The Ihlini. To think they would have done all they could to prevent me from learning about my dual heritage for fear that I would try to uncover that which they took pains to cover.

The raven, feeling warmth under her, caught the thermal and allowed it to carry her even higher than she'd flown before. Below her the landscape was a patchwork of browns and greens and other earthen hues; broken now and then by tiny specks of blue. From up on high, everything blended into a kind of oneness where no borders were defined, marked, defended from invaders.

From up on high she did not notice as the landscape's subtler features went from familiar to unfamiliar.

From Homana to a place she'd been before, but had never found anywhere in Homana.

It wasn't until the sun began to set that she descended the skies-

-towards the bar at the end of the universe-

-Milliways.

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles was in the bar, reading Say True. He was dressed normally again, trousers and a grey shirt, but he still looked haggard and out of sorts.

Something was very different about him.

Magic has a tendency to do that to people.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia makes her way down to the bar, finally deciding to be a bit more open to socializing around the bar.

She still doesn't like approaching people. The mun headdesks.*

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is at the bar. He has thought himself down again and stares at the wall. Three pink juggling balls are lying in front of him and that doesn't cheer him up either. You might, so please try.

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

A sober-looking Xander (and not just in the not-having-drunk-alcohol sense) shuffles downstairs. Within a few minutes, he has a copy of the Say True and is frowning down at it from his seat at a table.

All glittering of creepy wizardguys aside, this is a lot to think about.

(no subject)

[namo]

[OOM: Námo learns some of the consequences of getting drunk. Millitimed to Saturday night. Warnings for graphic slash/smut.]

An entrance...

[smith-jane-mrs.livejournal.com]

OOM:MomentsPreviously

The door opened to somewhere wholly different. Jane's first response was a quite succinct, "What the fuck?"

John smiled, raising his guns and moving forward to kick the door open with her, his sights trained on... "The hell?" Was his own response, his hands still firmly trained on the triggers he held. This most certainly wasn't the way they came in...

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Not'cat onna couch. Upside down with his feet in the air off the back of the couch. He's reading with his head inches from the floor. Religion and Its Monsters. Sounds like an interesting read. Come chat.*

(no subject)

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger saunters into the bar. He is wearing a black shirt and his cufflinks are garnets and his smile is bright and his hair is slick and his eyes are shining.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is in bar.

He's been here all day.

Even odder, he's not wearing his customary tie. Or a coat of any kind.

Tims ....relaxing? How weird.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Guitar, purple toenail polish and big black Gods of Rock sweatshirt. Singing the Beatles.

( you say he loves you more than me, so I will set you free )

It must be Charlie.

Firefly Fun for the Whole Family.

[badinlatin]

[Way Out Of Milliways: Inara and Sheydra have a conversation at the Training House, The crew visits Shepherd Book on Haven, The Operative getting closer to both Serenity and Inara than anyone likes, Inara waving Mal, and Mal coming after Inara and faces the Operative for the first time. This, like many things, does not go so well.

*Note!* Our thanks go to Joss Whedon for having the grace and general niceness of him to have the whole shooting script available for us fans. Much dialogue is from the script folks; we just play with it.]

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

The House of Arch owl flies into the bar with two letters.

( Letter to Fleur )

( Letter to Nymphadora )

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a Animator in the bar.

Her matching work is nearly done, tomorrow she'll hold a another sign up and leave some notes for some teachers.

Tonight, however, she sits at the bar, watching some movie on her DVD player. Jeans and a teeshirt, hair up in a bun held in place with a pencil.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray went home last night. If he didn't, he went somewhere that had an awful lot of slime, because he's got quite a bit of it all over his hair, his goggles, and his uniform as he pushes open the door and makes for the stairs.

Another day, another dollar, eh?

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was in the bar once again, still with her blue plastic bag of assorted Disneyland type goodies that she was handing out.

She was in as bright a mood as ever, humming to herself as she perched at the bar, apparently unaware of any and all doom.

If you know her, go talk to her, she's probably got something for you, even if you don't know her, go talk to her, she'll come up with something for you, she's good at that.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting in his usual spot by the fireplace, reading from the anthology of First World War poems bar gve him a while back. He's reading Siegfried Sassoon's "Enemies" at the moment.

The dark circles that were under his eyes earlier this week have faded a little. They're still there, though. And someone might want to distract him from the poetry.

(no subject)

[darling-alexi.livejournal.com]

Alexi... has been around. Upstairs, mostly, though she has come down to get food and the like.
She's downstairs now, eating dinner at a relatively out-of-the-way table.
Her phone still isn't working, the front door still isn't there, and she still has traces of pink glitter in her hair (she finds that last particularly annoying - really, shouldn't it have washed out by now?).

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon is in the bar. He's about half a room away from Random but can't take his eyes off him. Still, he's giving him space, because even he realises that crowding him wont help.

There's tequila and cigarettes. And angst. Lots of angst, but what's new there? Somone please throw something at him to distract him?

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Holby, earlier today.]
Guppy is in a booth, playing chess with himself.

Black would appear to be winning.

(no subject)

[scion-fina.livejournal.com]

Fina is blowing on her fingers when she opens the door, and wearing clothing that could almost be considered overkill for this time of year; dark red jumper, jeans, the ends of her wind-tousled hair tucked into a dark green scarf.

Bad circulation. It's a curse. And not the kind easily fixable by one's mother's divine bloodline.

She brightens up when she sees where she is, though, and heads over to the bar to order a hot chocolate.

Enter the nightingale...

[mutenightingale.livejournal.com]

The door opens with a bang, and a young woman rushes through, looking behind her as if pursued by something. It takes a moment before she turns around, and when she does her motion is like that of a small, frightened animal.

She pulls the rags she is dressed in tighter around her and backs up against the wall, eyes wide as saucers, arms crossed over her chest, obviously terrified. She has a roll of white fabric under one arm, and those who are particularly observant may notice that the rags she is wearing, while worn, torn, and stained with dirt and what looks rather like quite a lot of old blood, have threads of gold and silver running through them...

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

Work and thoughts of the week's events mean that Caspian is a bit distracted as he comes in from the stables tonight, walking over to the Bar to lay an affectionate hand on her surface.

"Tea, if you would," he asks, cheerfully enough, and turns to survey the room.

And pauses.

"...Ivy..."

(no subject)

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

The room is beginning to get crowded, and so Anne has finished her practicing for the day, flushing slightly with pleasure at the growing ease of her fingers on the piano keys.

Now, she's curled up in a comfortable armchair, ostensibly studying, but the book has dropped to her lap as she watches the fire, her chin resting on one palm.

Come ask what castles in the air she is building tonight.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel's inside tonight, back in leather it seems. She's not trying to attract attention, she's simply more comfortable in full leather, and comfort is good right now. She's curled up comfortbaly on the floor, mug of broth in hand and several small objects all rotating and flying above her.

If one watches, they form patterns that hold for moments before breaking apart into paper clips, salt shakers, cards, even a lighter or two. Everythings in there, but the patterns aren't so easy to decipher.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam's in the bar. For a short while as mun has school in the morning.

She's looking through books on Jewish weddings, and also a wedding dress magazine.

Come and chat.

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/]

Look! It's a Harold! Sitting in the floor with purple crayon drawing.

Well, doesn't this look oh so familiar.

(no subject)

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff is sitting at a table, his feet up, drinking wine.

That's it. No shiteating grin, no suggestive winks at pretty women, no gloating over the man-skirt. He would, in fact, appear to be brooding.

Well, he is, so. There you have it.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: After returning to the bar earlier, Adam takes Alanna back to London for a nap. They talk.]

(no subject)

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata settles into her favorite chair by the fire, gently rocking Elpida as she feeds her. The rings around here eyes and the general feeling of despair have gone, leaving her quietly sitting by herself. She supposes it would be the only way she could endure watching Caspian pass by her and walk towards Ivy. She watches them attentively, but does nothing else.
While her post-partum haunts her less, it does nott mean that the green-eyed monster of envy does not.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[First, there was Random and Ramon and the episode of misguided, self-sacrificing jackassery. Failing to talk sense into the estranged couple, he talks sense... OUT of them, hoping to reunite them by any means possible -- including by uniting them against him. It works a little TOO well, perhaps. Which causes the ensuing woe-session with Lee Castle. Things might have regained a hopeful, if anxious, outlook, except for the arrival of a twistedly grateful Morgoth, come to give thanks to his unwilling bitch for getting Namo drunk and tossing him to the Dark Lord for a PAAAR-TAAAAY. And finally this leads us to... the OOM: in which Gorlim, for the first time, admits to having been raped by Morgoth and proceeds to shatter completely. Namo takes him to his room and Sings to him to sleep with breaky Enya lyrics.

The last two links carry warnings for sexual themes. The first and last carry warnings for extreme angst.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has been here for a while, but has a proper entry post finally.

She also has tea, and cookies, and would probably be happy to share.

She's a little distracted, but company? Always welcome.

Come say hello?

What Ron Did During Meg's Wake

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

[OOM: Ron sulks, Biff intrudes, and Hermione comforts as best as she can.

(Dammit, Becca, you made him cry).]

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Pre-Milliways, Archie has nightmares, Svava comforts him. Warnings for, um, partial nudity of the sort that happens when you've just been sleeping.))



Archie's in the bar, with tea. Come distract him.

(no subject)

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

[After this, this OOM: Duo tends to Harper's wounds, the two discuss Laini, Harper's prospects, and there is mention of engine lube in an Obscene Manner.]

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

By the fire, though not in it, is a certain black-haired witch. Sitting crosslegged on the floor, with a book open on her lap as her snake basks by the heat of the morning flames.

Have at.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Faith dreams about Meg. Warning for breaky woe. And killer cheese.]

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_the_empty_one/]

Last time 'Zakath was in the bar, he saw his God defeated and die in an explosion. It's not the kind of thing a man forgets when he has his memories about him. Naturally, he forgets when the memories are taken away. But, as soon as he can remember, he does.

This might account for why he suddenly goes pale and has to sit down.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

So, his best friend gets murdered. And then he has a fight with another friend. And then his not'wife leaves.

All in all, Mordred's had better weeks.

This could be why he's trying to get drunk.

Of course, this is also typical Mordred behaviour even when things are going just fine, too.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is sitting at the same table, curving her wrist at the same angle to pour; there's a different teapot tonight, since Antigone smashed the last one.

She pauses to inhale the scent of green tea, and to smile; then she drinks.