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Ingress has grown so very tall.

Puck's feelings on the subject have not really progressed past that single observation: Ingress has grown tall.

Ingress has grown tall, and Havelock's coup proceeds in all its blandness, and there is a chill entering into the Milliways air.

He's not quite sure what to make of it. In the meantime, he has taken a seat on a table near the Bar, and is absently munching on cheese and fruit. Those he sees, he is likely to regard with curiosity, or with a faint smile.

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There's a tiny trunk at Puck's knee. It's possibly begging for a grape, or maybe a strawberry. Really any kind of fruit available will work.

Dude! Elephant!

... Is more the mun's reaction than Puck's, who blinks, a bit of cheese arrested halfway on its path towards his mouth.

He holds out the cheese towards the trunk, then his other hand-- which indeed, holds a strawberry.

The trunk ceases its snuffling and stands at attention between the options given.

In the one hand cheese.
In the other strawberry.

Truly these are choices that try the hearts and minds of mini-phants the world over.

Cheese.
Or.
Strawberry.

It's almost too much to bear. Caught in indecision between a rock and a hard place. An immovable object and an unstoppable force.

There's a soft, leathery sounding thud as Stampy plops her bottom down right where she had been standing.

Grrrreat.

He broke it.

It might be because protuberant flexible appendages remind him of his daughter, but Puck feels rather kindly towards this tiny creature. Hesitantly, he tosses the strawberry in the general direction of its face.

It plonks off her sad face and falls onto the floor. Which is a good thing! Because the sensation of being hit by a strawberry followed by the noise of it hitting the floor is what jogs her out of her reverie. Stampy bounds back to her feet, and while her tail wags with glee she picks the strawberry off the ground with her trunk and happily consumes it.

The moment her trunk is free she trumpets in Puck's direction....which sadly may spray a bit of strawberry back at him.

Puck sputters the strawberry off his nose, pleasantly.

And, evidently deciding to go for broke, drops the cheese onto the floor as well.

"You are a most assiduous trumpeteer," he compliments.

She trumpets yet again at the arrival of the cheese, before taking a step back to better wrangle the ill-gained snack from the floor.

"If she's bothering you," says a voice from behind Puck. "Feel free to nudge her with your shoe. She'll get the point eventually."

Maybe.

Puck turns, surprised but not very, and wiggles his toes.

"She was not," he says, smiling brightly.

"Which is a blessing, as I have left my two poor shoes upstairs."

He leans slightly to take in the unshodness of Puck's feet.

"Yeah, that could have gone bad for you. She likes to lick feet.

A lot."

Just as a heads up.

Puck looks somewhere between weirded out and delighted.

"What can she stand to profit by that?"

He is aware that certain mortals have foot-related proclivities, but elephants are probably immune.

"I try really hard not to think about the answer to that question. About as much as I try really hard to not think about the question itself. Let's just leave the topic by saying she's likes to lick weird things.

...

Damn it, there it is again."

Puck strives very hard not to snort, giggle, chortle, or otherwise snicker.

"Ah," he says, politely.

"So it is."

Beat.

"How do you fare, sir?"

Striving is one thing, succeeding is another. Mike sighs as he pulls his face out of a well constructed facepalm.

"Not bad, all things considered. It's been...quiet."
There's not even a ten count between Mike saying this and him rapping his knuckles on the nearest wooden surface.

It is Milliways, after all.

"Has it?" he laughs.

And knocks on his own table. Fae luck is a very peculiar thing, but it can hardly do any harm.

"Whatever has failed to happen?"

Mike opens his mouth to answer, but things better of it.

"Oooooh no, I don't think so. You're not going to get me to jinx it."

Puck makes a face.

"Perhaps you've the right of it. Not that I have ever known a charm or custom, in this world or any other, that could prevent weird befallings in this place."

"Me neither, which is why I'm not taking any chances."

Stampy is now out of both cheese AND strawberries. It's because of this that her trunk begins to snuffle at Puck's leg again.

"What about you? You were looking awful introspective there."

Mike gestures towards a chair, silently asking for permission to occupy it.

"Do take your ease," Puck says, flicking Stampy a grape.

He'll follow up with cheese if she doesn't like grapes.

"Unfortunately," he says, "I do take chances. As I take up near to everything that comes my way; a beggar can hardly choose."

Mike pulls out a chair and flops down upon it.

"Oh? And what wagers have been been a party to this time?"

A blonde watches him from across the way. "Your nail can't taste as good as that brie," she observes.

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