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*Paper-white, Bernard walks behind the bar from his table where Charlie Weasley and Crowley still sit talking amiably. He takes a deep breath and lights a new cigarette off the old one.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Drink specials tonight are Strongbow, Guinness, and Bushmill's Whiskey.

Food specials also have a distinctly Irish theme, as you might have guessed.

Now. What'll you have?

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She grins best she can, proudly showing off all four teeth. "Bugger."

*Bernard laughs out loud*

Where'd you learn that?

"..." Frown as she screws her face up on the word. "Zapha'l." It's more a jumble of sounds than anything, but she grins some more as she leans over and attempts to bite Bernard's leg.

Not hard. Just to say hello, show she likes you, that sort of thing.

*That sounded like... no way. Bernard grins, and then yelps as Sunny bites his leg. He picks her up and sets her in front of him on the bar.*

I'd rather you didn't bite me. Would you like something else to bite instead?

Pouts, then seems intrigued. "Zapha'l?" She liked him. Tasted vaguely like a library book Klaus once left out.

*Bernard bites back a snigger*

He's not here.

"Garlk." Sad nod. "Waph?"

Raph?

*He looks around, and doesn't see him*

Nope. No dice, kiddo.

Her face falls and her eyes look watery. What's she supposed to bite, then?

Sunny begins eyeing the bar itself curiously. Hmmm.

*Bernard sees her look at the bar, and his eyes widen*

No! Uh. Don't bite the bar. You'll hurt her.

Face screws up more. "Grahed!" What am I supposed to bite, then?!

Um.

*Thinking quickly, he slaps his hand down on the Bar, and she hastily materializes a big, hard pretzel.*

How's this?

"Oh!" She hastily begins to work, teeth chomping like a wood chipper. She's not so much eating as destroying.

*Bernard's eyes are like saucers.

This kid is terrifying.*

Sunny proudly displays her empty hands. "All go'!"

Okay.

*Benrard bites a lip.*

Still hungry?

In response she hisses like a snake. Mostly because she wants to, but it probably means yes.

*If possible, his eyes go even wider*

Uh. What would you like to eat, then?

She just hisses some more and tries to latch on to his wrist with her teeth.

Ow!

*he tries to shake her off*

Wibbly face as she loses her grip. "Gek?"

*He rolls his eyes and picks her up, patting her back*

Oh, shit, don't cry. I'm just not a chew-toy.

Sunny clings, forgetting why she was upset. Being picked up does that to you.

*Bernard absentmindedly rubs her back between pouring drinks, not really minding when she gnaws on his shirt.*

"Mulkge," she mutters. Everyone leaves. All the nice ones. Which isn't true, but she thinks it anyway. Until she's totally disctracted by the drink pouring and decides to just stare, occassionally hissing.