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Duo is sitting on the floor by the fireplace, print outs stacked in careful piles all around him. It's not usual for a digital-age kinda guy like him to have so much paper, but that's what legal cases get you. (It's harder to hack paper.)

He's also eating Meat On A Stick™. It's probably beef teriyaki, if you're feeling generous.

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Duo throws his hands up in the air (and probably almost smacks Puck in the face). "It's not a secret that you're in love with the guy!"

Happily for Puck, (and probably for Duo's future life status) he does not yell this for the whole bar to hear.

Puck folds his arms over his chest, looking decidedly unimpressed even when Duo's fingers flail perilously close to his face.

"'Love' is such a terribly strong word."

Well, if Puck wants to be in denial about the obvious -- or vehemently pretend to be -- he's welcome to. No skin off Trowa's nose.

Duo stares at him.

"And denial ain't just a river in Egypt."

Puck blinks, arms dropping.

"I thought it was the Nile."

He enunciates crisply, to be helpful.

Duo will not be distracted by semantics! Or corrections to his pronunciation!

"Uh-huh."

He continues staring at Puck, as if this will help him understand.

It hasn't worked yet, but he keeps trying!

Puck rolls his eyes.

"So that's all, then?"

Of course not.

It's time for an interlude of tinkly barrel-organ music!

"Oh, marvelous," Puck mutters.

Okay, Duo is now confused as well.

Where did that barrel organ come from? Was it always there?

And Duo will pay Trowa back for deserting him in his hour of need.

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"I shall never speak again," Puck says irritably.

He glares at Duo.

"You see what comes of imagining yourself knowledgeable?"

"Oh no, I had nothing to do with this," he says. "This is all Milliways weird. It's probably someone's leftover goodwill spell coming to tell you to be true to your heart or something, because it was just Valentine's Day."

That would be something that might happen around here, you can't say it isn't.

Puck wrinkles his nose.

"How perfectly dreadful."

When next they turn their heads, they'll see a figure approaching with dainty, unhurried steps.

She's very... colorful.

She's also smiling slightly. (She must have come from somewhere, right? Maybe they just didn't notice her before.)

Trowa is staying well out of this one. Have fun, guys!

(Because he's Trowa, this means 'eavesdropping and taking mental notes.')

Duo gives Puck a significant look. He's the one suffering from denial of romance, not Duo. Thus, he has to deal with this.

Puck looks around at the assembled puppet and irksome friend, and sighs in a long-suffering manner.

"Hullo, Mistress Edel," he says woodenly.

"How delightful to see you again."

"A candle flame," murmurs Edel, "may be smaller than a pea. It lights its small room."

"And yet, when it is dark, even the smallest flame can fill the eyes, or be seen for miles."

"Hello, Puck. Hello, Duo."

"Yeah, hi." What the eff.

"'Tis the 'seen for miles' which is the trouble, I think," Puck mutters.

A smile.

"But that I believe we have spoken of before. More or less."

Well, he's had magical ballerina hugs about it, anyway...

"Love can shine very brightly," agrees Edel, who as Drosselmeyer's puppet is pretty much contractually obliged to believe things like this. (According to Drosselmeyer, tragic doomed love shines the brightest of all!)

"...you know this...person?"

Person may be generous, but Duo is already going out on a limb here.

"The lady and I are acquainted," Puck says quickly, happy to shift the subject to something that's not love.

"Only briefly, but this being the meeting-place of souls that it is, it should hardly come as a surprise. How do you fare this even, mistress?" The latter is directed, loudly, at Edel.

Edel looks serenely uninformative.

The next time Duo and Puck happen to blink or look away at the same time: she's gone.

"Well!" Duo says brightly. "See? Totally still right."