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[agnes_nitt]

The first thing that alerts Agnes that this is apparently one of those 'special' days in the bar is when she feels a draft across her stomach.

"What, this again?" she asks, looking down at the naughty schoolgirl outfit she's now wearing. Unlike the last time she was in this costume, though, she's not immediately looking for something to throw on over it. Agnes has come a long way in accepting her size, so she just shrugs, adjusts the glasses that have appeared on her face, twirls a pigtail thoughtfully, and heads over to the bar for a drink.



[car keys bait for Barty Lampion, but open to anyone, as always.]

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[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

The man next to her tips his hat back and gives her an appreciative look over his glasses.

"That's ah nice look ya've got there, sheila."

Nearly as frustrating as actually being Sniper was discovering he'd lost any ability to change his accent or voice. And he's stuck on Sniper's.

[agnes_nitt]

"My name's Agnes, not Sheila," she replies, "but thanks. I didn't pick it out, but I'm not complaining."

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

"Nah, that's ah term them Aussies use when talkin' 'bout women. No offence meant," Spy replies.

"Ah'm Spy. Don't usually talk, sound, or look like this, though." Unless he wants to. "Izzit a bar thing?"

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes nods. "Definitely a bar thing. I think they call it Hallowe'en. Not something they have on my world, but it's generally harmless."

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

"Sure, as long as it's limited to here, yeah?" He takes a long sip of his wine glass and tops it with a drag from his cigarette.

"Where's home for you, then?"

[agnes_nitt]

"That's usually how it works. When you go back, you'll look like you always did. Or wait a couple of days here, and it'll go away, too."

She turns her head just a little to escape the smoke. It's a subtle gesture that she's perfected after years of being around Nanny Ogg's cigars.

"Home for me is the Discworld. The village of Lancre, to be precise, but I doubt you'll have heard of either. Almost no one has."

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

"Nah, 'fraid not. Real shame, too, if all the sheilas there are as pretty as you."

Flirting is second nature to him, we're afraid.

[agnes_nitt]

"You're only saying that because I'm showing enough skin to make a complete other girl," she replies with a shrug. "Any other day, you'd barely notice me. But it's sweet of you to say anyway."

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

"Real interestin' of you to say that, when you don't know what I usually look like either," Spy points out with a faint smile.

"Eh, looks are too easy to change to be all that important. It's other things that matter."

[agnes_nitt]

She snorts. "Yeah, like great hair and a fabulous personality. Trust me on this; the only people who say that good looks aren't that important are the people that already have them. Oh, I'm pretty enough," Agnes adds quickly, "and I'm finally to a place where I can see that and feel good about myself however I look. But I'm not deluded enough to think that if I had come in wearing my usual shapeless black dress, my hair unbound underneath my black witch's hat, that you'd have approached me the same way at all."

And the funny thing is, she doesn't sound bitter or upset in the least when she says this. She keeps the same light conversational tone throughout. It's not his fault, after all, and it's still nice of him to say nice things, regardless.

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

He shrugs easily. "Mebbe, mebbe not. Too late to know now, innit?" He grins there.

"Can ah get you something? Glass of wine?"

[agnes_nitt]

"Oh, but I'm too young to have wine, mister. Mommy and Daddy will be ever so cross," she says, playing into the schoolgirl act a little. She can't maintain it, though, and starts laughing.

"Gods, yes," she continues, waving down a rat. "A Klatchian red from twelve years ago, if you please," she orders.

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

He smirks along with her.

"Izzat another place on your world? Any good?" His taste buds, at least, are still intact. He only drinks the high quality stuff.

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

As it happens, there is a very small boy enjoying a slice of blueberry pie at the bar.

He turns and smiles at her when she comes to the bar. "Hi!"

[agnes_nitt]

"Hello," Agnes says happily in return. She's had a lot of experience with small children as a witch, since she tends to be nicer than Granny Weatherwax and less imposing than Nanny Ogg, so the mothers are quick to call her when their little ones are sick.

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

"Do you like pie?"

Barty has been faithfully raised to share baked goods with others.

[agnes_nitt]

"I love pie," she replies, pitching her voice up to match the youthful excitement.

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

Oh, a fun adult!

"Want a piece? It's on me!" She knows she wants some. Just look at his big ol' eyes and eager grin.

[agnes_nitt]

"It certainly is," Agnes says, grabbing a napkin from the bar to wipe some of the blueberry away from his chin. "And I really shouldn't because it'll spoil my dinner, but you won't tell anyone, right?"

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

Barty giggles. "Nope, I promise. But only if you agree to the same thing."

[agnes_nitt]

"It's a deal," she says, offering him her hand. "My name's Agnes. What's yours?"

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

Barty takes the offered hand and gives it a robust little shake. "I'm Barty. Barty Lampion, at your service!"

This is a line that is in many of the books that Barty has read.

[agnes_nitt]

Oh, isn't that cute?

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Barty Lampion." Agnes' own slice of pie appears, and she digs in.

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too!" He is very polite.

Barty takes this as a sign to dig back in to his own piece, which will disappear rapidly.

[agnes_nitt]

Given that the last child Agnes had to treat was more of the kick-you-in-the-shin-and-run-away variety, politeness is a welcome change.

"This is very good pie," she tells him. "Thank you."