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[vyvyan]

When Vyvyan enters tonight, he looks unusually clean, wearing a white apron.

He carries in two enormously heavy sacks of coins, because he's strong enough to do that. He puts both on the bar, then another smaller sack.

"That's for my tab." he points to the small sack. "And to buy Baze a few pints. Give those two to whoever gave out the boxes of fireworks and money and don't take no for an answer."

He writes a note to go with the large sacks.

'Thanks four the start up cash secret investour, yours in searly Vyvyan Bastard'

He then gets a meal - fishcakes, salad and a pint - and takes them over to the fireplace.

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[holdingacat]

(OOM: In which John Peters, you know, the farmer? He makes a report)

(OOM: In which Cecil makes a discovery)

Cecil wanders in to the bar, idly scratching at the constellation of pinpoint marks on his left upper arm as he heads to the Bar, his shirtsleeves rolled up unevenly - the right at his elbow, the left shoved up almost to his shoulder and then clearly forgotten there. A few minutes of conversation later, a delighted Cecil settles at a nearby table with a cup of properly made coffee and a stack of books.

A stack of books entirely about pet cats.