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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

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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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[mnt_mike]

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."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

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."

[mnt_mike]

"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.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mnt_mike]

Mike pulls out a chair and flops down upon it.

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