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[themidnightson]

Hey, Milliways?

Have one pretty boy, Adonis cupcake.









You'll find him sitting at Yrael's baby grand playing Für Elise.

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[noteful]

Good evening, Edward.

That's lovely.

[themidnightson]

There is the small catch of a nod.

It might look, to anyone else, like he drifted.
It's not uncommon, swaying to a rhythm you play.





But it was deliberate. As was the faint turn of his lips.

[noteful]

Meg grins.

Do you take requests?

He is at a piano in the middle of a bar, after all.

[themidnightson]

For a very long about ten seconds nothing at all happens.
And then. Well. Then. She's either very lucky.

(Or he's very mean to the other five people listening.)




Beethoven suddenly shifts to Billy Joel.

[noteful]

Meg is only mostly successful at not laughing.

Oh, very nice.

So how have you been, Edward?

It's been a while since she last saw him.

[themidnightson]

He plays through a good portion of Piano Man. Through the first verse and chorus. Thinking interestingly about how Alice will pout when she sees it.

It's a minute avoidance maybe, before the music smooths out, changing again.

There are several different ways it could be taken. Be meant.

[noteful]

Sail on, silver girl.

So many of the best songs can be taken and meant in different ways.

And it's a very, very good song.

I'm glad to hear it.

[themidnightson]

Perhaps, she'll forgive him this one for the smirk the keys get.

[noteful]

Meg wasn't quite expecting Elton John.

But, yeah, chances are she'll forgive him.

Things are largely okay for you, then?

[themidnightson]

And this one would be considered actually cheating.



But that doesn't make it not his answer.



And he doesn't lie to Meg.



When he can help it.

[noteful]

He'll hear her trying to puzzle out this newest shift in the melody he's playing.

Before deciding . . .

I'm sorry, Edward, I don't think I know that one.

[themidnightson]

She gets a very, very rare happening for it. Her apology.
For not knowing a song ten years younger than her.

Though the music does not even hitch, his right hand comes off from the keyboard (while he has to play twice as fast with his left to hit all the keys in the right seconds, on both sides of the keyboard) to rest on the bench beside him and tap the tips of his fingers in invitation.

[noteful]

As long as this isn't leading to "Heart and Soul."

Meg sits down on the indicated part of the piano bench.

[ofthefamily]

It's been a while since Carlisle and Edward have been in Milliways at the same time. Carlisle is not really near the piano in any great capacity, but he does know nearly instantly when Edward walks in and sits down.

He's currently invested in a datapad displaying the full-text version of another universe's textbook entitled What We Can Learn From Feral Cats.

[themidnightson]

It is a rather easy piece to get lost in. Not that he doesn't know where Carlisle is the whole time. But then the same is true of home.

[ofthefamily]

Old favorites, hmm?

[themidnightson]

Edward's mouth twitched. Just barely. At the edge.

"There is always time for classics."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle stands up to move closer. It's the polite thing, after all.

Dragging a nearby chair close to the piano bench:

"You might like this," he offers, holding up the datapad. "It has about twelve thousand books on it."

[themidnightson]

"Perhaps. I think I will like actual books more."



"Have they shown you the communicators yet?"

[ofthefamily]

"Who they? The Bar? No, I got this from the infirmary."

[themidnightson]

"The bar is littered with them now. Tiny pocket-sized, half-alive, computerized devices that supposedly message between realities, and to Milliways while in your own."

[ofthefamily]

"I should probably pick one up as an inter-dimensional pager."

is that weird?

[themidnightson]

"We play the system months and years out, so it can't really be."

[ofthefamily]

"True enough."

Carlisle can't imagine the time when he'd be needed in Milliways over some of the people who come from universes with more advanced medical technology, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared.

[themidnightson]

Edward carried on, into something smooth and soft, with no real design. Not quite new, but not recognizable either.