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Demeter has spent many of the past days in the infirmary watching over Carlotta and she's taking a small break over by the fire.

Her legs are curled up under her and she's staring into the fire, thinking about what Kore was like when she was that young though her hair was never quite that curly.

Tiny tag: Demeter, Charles Monroe

(OOC: Mun is here but slightly headachey so open until it scrolls of the page.

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"Yes, I'm Demeter and you're with Rapunzel."

He blinks. "Err...no offense, but you look older." That must be the worst haircut anyone ever got. "Not that you look bad. But...you were younger than me."

Demeter gives him a smile and decides to stay with the simplest answer for now,

"I usually do in the Winter."

He thinks. "That's a god thing, right?

"I'm not good with Greek myth. Unless you count those old films as being accurate."

"Yes, very much a god thing. How are you doing?"

"Pretty darned good. Got to interview the commissioner of police, and got a good column from it, and got a lot of letters." As is evident from the stack on the bar. "Also got to celebrate a bit with Raps." He knows she likes to hear that, even if he doesn't talk about the details. "And you?"

"That sounds like an important interview, I'm glad it went well. Oh wonderful, what were you celebrating?"

Demeter is quiet for a moment before she answers,

"One of my friends here, a sweet girl named Carlotta was hurt and I've been watching over her."

"Just celebrating getting the interview. And each other. And Mike's baking skills." He doesn't sound as chipper as he did a moment ago, though.

"I know her. I remember that you and Malcolm keep an eye on her the way Raps and I used to watch over Allie." He misses Allie and hopes she's okay. "What happened?"

"She was rescuing a girl at her school from a horse and ended up being kicked in the head. In her world they'd given up on her, so we brought her here and Malcolm operated on her. She'll be alright but it will take time. I'm glad for you both, I miss talking to Rapunzel."

"Ow." He's imagining how bad the injury must have been. "That sounds brave of her. But she seems kinda fearless. Circus kids must all be like that."

"She has a very good heart and she's quite comfortable around horses. I think it was just horribly unlucky but she's getting better."

"And really lucky she managed to get here from 1940-whenever. And that your boyfriend is a surgeon." Knox only knew that Malcolm was a shrink till now.

"Yes, though I'm not sure how much of it was luck, I'm just glad it was possible."

"I'm glad she's okay. Not that I wouldn't be glad that she wasn't if I didn't know her. But since I do..."

"I'm sure she'd love some more visitors."

"I'll look for her, then. And see about having Raps visit, too.

"Think she'd like a gift?"

"Oh, I know she would."

"Any hints? I'm not good with girls that age." Unless the girl in question is half alien and smarter than he'll ever be.

"Something delicious to eat and a book or a small game to keep her busy as she heals."

"How is she about pie?" Somewhere in the Barman's quarters, Mike's pie senses must be tingling.

"She really enjoys it."

"Then I am gonna talk to Mikey. I'm doing some work for the Bar, and he's paying me in pies.

"Though given the worthy cause, I bet he doesn't include this on the account." Assuming Mike has a system for such a thing.

"Carlotta is definitely a worthy cause and perhaps you could find something fun for her to read too."

"Guess I can just go into a Waldenbooks and ask what girls are reading.

"Or maybe not, since she's from the 40s." And from a world with World War II. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions?"

"Find her a book about horses since I think that would make her smile."