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[pwyll_twiceborn]

It's been a significant amount of time since Paul was last in the bar.

Even he hasn't quite realized how long until he steps inside, looking around with sharp eyes, and realizes he recognizes almost none of the faces.

(He doesn't see the one or two he might be watching extra carefully for, either - not at this moment, at any rate.)

But when he goes to get a cup of coffee and the Toronto newspaper, a note appears, and something that might be a smile crosses his face before he retreats to a table to glance over his newspaper.

Very few of the items seem relevant to him now.

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[takiena_called]

Finn nods. "We went to, um-- Mass. A man talked a lot, and some people sang, and they had cookies later."

It wasn't bad. Finn sketched for the most part. "And I got two new sketchpads! And some clothes, and pencils."

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Monotheistic religion wouldn't match up well with Finn's worldview, would it - and understandably so. Paul decides he's probably lucky Finn wasn't listening closely.

"Are you short on clothes?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

He had thought that kind of basic need would be provided by the bar - but maybe not.

[takiena_called]

Finn shrugs, uncertainly, after a moment.

"I have them?" He settles on, finally.

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Well, he doesn't look like he's dressed in tatters, at least.

Paul frowns, and settles for asking, "Is there anything else you need?"

[takiena_called]

"No?" Finn says, uncertainly. He doesn't need anything, but he's also not good at the questions.

He brightens. "The bar has a lot of stuff."