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[sunbaked_baker]

Little Rae Seddon's face lights up when she sees the cake that accompanies her requested glass of lemonade. It is large and swirled with cream cheese icing, with Happy Birthday! written in bright orange cursive upon it. A single thin candle forms the dot of the 'i' in 'birthday.

"Oh, thank you, Bar!" she says, beaming. "That's so sweet of you!"

And now she must figure out something to wish for, and someone with whom to share the cake. There is certainly plenty of it.

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede comes into the bar today with a soft rustle of fabric (from the long skirt he's wearing, a deep shade of blue) and the gentle shff of long hair being twined back in a braid; it's hot, and he wants it off his neck. He blinks several times in the sudden dimness and falls into a chair, head tilted back as he kicks off his sandals.

The mercury is reading one hundred and three degrees fahrenheit, and it feels every bit of that, if not more.

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[hadyougoing]

You know what Ava's been craving lately?

Pizza.

That's why she's at a table with her very own, gigantic pepperoni pizza. It doesn't look like she could possibly eat the whole thing herself, but luckily there are a few plates stacked to one side.

Ava herself is a little bruised, but pretty cheerful.

And she seems inclined to share.

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[4th_survived]

A young woman in a heavily embroidered black and red gown enters the bar, her head covered by a black, lacy veil. This couldn't be part of  the Duke's house. She had seen the Great Hall looked nothing like that.  This  looked more like a tavern, but much cleaner..and even for England, the people here were dressed strangely.

Another step inside. Truth be told, she's never been allowed inside a tavern, not in the confines of her brother's court, and her travels from Cleves to England meant staying in fine houses, not inns . Yet even she knew such a place when she saw one-or she thought she had.

Carefully she takes a few more steps, hesitantly pulling off the veil to show a woman with a swarthy complexion and dark, bound up hair. Thus far, she can see none of the familiar faces of her ambassadors or ladies..or anyone. Her brother always made her cover herself in public, to not draw attention to herself, but there were so many strange sights she hardly thought anyone would care.

This place seemed real, a touch on the back of the chair told her it was all solid: a look behind her showed the door she'd come from. Where was this place?

Her eyes wondered and caught the sight of a large serving rat. Between this shock and that, she actually felt herself jump. "My god!"