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Elaine comes into the bar and gets her dinner--the usual bread, stew and beer--and sits at a table to eat. She's not been in for a few days, and misses just being down here.

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Bartleby smiles at her from his chair by the fire.

She catches the look, and waves cheerily.

Bartleby comes to join her at the table. "How're you?"

"I'm doing well. I've been rather a hermit of late, so I decided to stop that." She smiles. "And how have you been? Happy, I hope?"

"Yes. Very." His smile gets wider. "Back with Charlie."

"I do not think I have met him yet--if I have, it was only but briefly. I am glad you are happy."

"I'll introduce you some time. Or go poke him if you see him playing guitar. He's a great guy. And you, happy?"

She smiles. "Of course. There have been very few unhappy days here." She doesn't count the nights.

"How's... uh..." Bartleby thinks hard "...Martouf?"

"Oh, he's fine. He's been working on something or other in his room, so I've left him to his work. I've been drawing most of the time, which makes me happy. I miss him, though. I hope he's in the bar tonight."

"I forgot you drew." Bartleby smiles. "Anything I can see?"

"I don't have my sketch book with me at the moment, but when I have it again, yes. I find no lack of interesting subjects here in the bar, as you can imagine."

OOC: and pause for a moment whilst I clean up my posty mess.:-)

"Mmm." Bartleby nods. "Lots of good people to draw." He sighs. "I can't draw."

"I've drawn from the moment I could hold a pencil, to my caretakers' dismay. My father thought I could do something a bit more...female, I suppose. Precious little thigns to do under that particular description, really."

"Now that, I can imagine. Sewing?"

Elaine nodded. "Of course. And cooking, cleaning...believe me, you don't want to clean up after a feast. More often than not, you'll find a knight or two under the table when you remove the cloth."

Bartleby snorts with laughter. "Dead or alive?"

"Most likely drunk and passed out. It was the live ones you had to watch out for."

"Tricksy?"

"More like 'randy', if you really want to know." Elaine laughed.

Bartleby grins. "Yeah. Thought so." His expression suddenly changes. "Um... someone's woken up - I need to go check on him. Nice talking to you."

She smiles. "It was nice talking to you, as well. Good day to you."

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