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[janebecomes]

Dinner with Tom's uncle last night was an uncomfortable affair but Jane feels that she is being her best. Breakfast went markedly better and her brother and the Comtesse have plans to walk and shop in London while today she and Tom will meet Mrs. Radcliffe.

Jane is returning to her room as one of her gloves was not unpacked and she thinks it is under her writing. When she opens the door to her room, she finds Milliways and laughs aloud, she has missed the conversation here. Time will be on her side and perhaps there will be time to give Tom the news of Milliways.

She walks to the counter and orders a pot of tea before finding a table that is in the midst of the Bar to note the faces.

(OOC: Catch Jane at any point between the door or the counter.)

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[honourbyname]

One face she may note is Albus', not that she particularly knows him or anything.

But you always notice the face of a person about to bump into you, right?

"Oh - blimey, I'm so sorry!"

[janebecomes]

Jane looks up at him and tries to stop him,

"No, do pardon me. I was distracted."

[honourbyname]

"I - um. I suppose I was, too."

Albus looks at her, a bit sheepish.

"Are you all right?"

[janebecomes]

"No damage done, I promise you," She smiles at him, he looks quite earnest.

[honourbyname]

Albus smiles a little, too - as is only polite.

"Um. I guess I'll leave you to it, then?"

[janebecomes]

"If you wish. Though perhaps we could begin again. My name is Jane Austen and it is a pleasure to meet you,"

Jane bobs a curtsey at him and gives her kindest smile.

[honourbyname]

So, Albus isn't exactly familiar with Miss Austen's works, but he does know the name because upon composing lists of books to read, he'd come across it.

She's a famous author.


Albus blinks.

A lot.

Because - this is really, rather brilliant.

"O-oh. Um. Right. Hello. Er - I'm Albus Potter."

He smiles a little shyly.

"It's nice to meet you, too."

[janebecomes]

"Its good to meet you, Master Potter. Is something disturbing you?"

It has been a time since her name caused a reaction in Milliways, it is always disconcerting for her.

[honourbyname]

"Oh - um. Sorry."

He shakes his head.

"Everything's fine. I mean, um. I don't think I'm supposed to say?"

There must be a rule about this sort of thing, right?

(And as an aside: being called 'Master Potter' reminds him a little of Miss Barlow.)

[filemyclaim]

It's the tea that catches Dixie's eyes. It smells so good, and even though it vaguely reminds her of the tea room disaster she just had, her mouth waters. "Excuse me," she says, approaching in a lacy, heavily-embroidered gown of white and blue and a smart, matching hat, "would you mind if I asked you what sort of tea you're having?"

[janebecomes]

"I believe it is a Ceylon tea. Bar was kind enough to give me an extra tea cup if you wish to join me, ma'am,"

Jane nods to her and smiles at Dixie.

[filemyclaim]

"Mmm. Smells like heaven." She slides into place beside her. "And since you've been so kind as to offer..." She picks up the pot and pours a cup, smiling back. "My name's Dixie Cousins."

[janebecomes]

"Jane Austen and one of the pleasures of Milliways is finding new people to share your company."

[filemyclaim]

"Well, it does seem that way," she smiles. The name is sort of pinging her, but she's used to mixing with celebrities. "I meet plenty of people in my line of work, but none of them are quite as interesting as they tend to be here."

[janebecomes]

"Might I ask what your line of work is, Miss Cousins?"

[filemyclaim]

"I'm an entertainer," she teases. "Not quite the sort you'd see on the proper stage."

[janebecomes]

"How scandalous. Do you enjoy it?"

[scots_wolf]

Here is a face she probably knows, belonging to a very tall, broad-shouldered man with very long blond hair, who nods and smiles to her as he passes.

But following after him ais a big, friendly, spotted dog face she doesn't know yet, with a nice wet nose that sniffs at her feet, curious

[janebecomes]

Jane returns his smile and looks down at the dog,

"Good day to you, Urquhart and who is this?"

[scots_wolf]

"Good day, Miss Austen," Urquhart says, smiling at her, almost proudly.

"That's my dog; his name is Franz. Well, not my dog alone."

[janebecomes]

"Join me and tell me what you mean by that,"

His conversation is always interesting and he looks quite proud.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits.

Franz lies down between Urquhart and Jane, and looks up at her, politely hoping for attention.

"A friend brought him from his world," Urquhart says, "and we share in the care and education of the dog."

[janebecomes]

Jane offers Franz her hand,

"That was generous of your friend. He seems a well behaved dog. Do you hunt with him?"

[scots_wolf]

Franz sniffs her hand, happy to be noticed. He wags his tail quite intensely.

"Oh yes," Urquhart says. "Both for trailing game and for fetching what I shoot. He's very good at that."

[janebecomes]

She pats his head and scritches behind his ears,

"Good, it suits you to have a dog."