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It's a somewhat flustered and exasperated Bilbo Baggins that strides into the bar today.

You see, it's Bilbo's birthday. And while for many people this means cake and ice cream and games with the people you like best, lately Bilbo had found it means trying to placate every branch of his vast family by inviting them all round for tea and then bobbing up and down to serve while they wish him many happy returns and get crumbs in the rugs.

He's almost rather ignore his birthday than continue to put up with this nonsense. Almost.

Fortunately, one of his pantry doors opened to Milliways.

Bilbo now has different plans for his birthday, and they largely involve staying off his feet.

He climbs up onto a stool. "Ale, please," he says and gets out his pipe.

[tiny tag: Gilderoy Lockhart]

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"That's why sometimes I go entirely without."

"I don't blame you. But I find the color looks well."

And that's important!

"Fond of colors, are you?"

"Oh, yes. Purples are my favorite."

"Oh, yes, I do like a good purple, myself. Especially a border of violets in the garden."

"And gold and red and blue, oh, I do like a powder blue."

"Not all at once, I hope," Bilbo remarks.

"Good heavens, no."

"When it comes to one's wardrobe," Bilbo muses, "I prefer a pop of color to something gaudy. An orange pocket-handkerchief, perhaps, when one is wearing browns and yellows."

"That's most sensible. I like orange, too."

"Is there a color you don't like?"

Bilbo's expression is, perhaps, a bit indulgent.

"Lime green."

Bilbo wrinkles his nose.

"You're right to."

"You're a man - no, a

Hobbit

- of good taste."

Bilbo bows his head, smiling. "Very kind of you, Master Lockhart."

"Oh, do please call me Gilderoy. Everyone else does."

It's a bit less formal that Bilbo is accustomed to being, but Milliways is an odd place that way.

"Then you must call me Bilbo."

"I shall, Bilbo. Have you ever tried butter beer? I highly recommend it."

"I've never even heard of it," says Bilbo, "but I'm always interested in new ways to have beer."

It's not technically beer, but it's delicious!

"Here, try a bottle." One appears on the surface of the bar, and Gilderoy giggles. He'll never tire of seeing this magic.

The giggle gets a raised eyebrow, but Bilbo lets it go and has a taste of the butter beer.

It meets with his approval, so he tastes it again.

"I always liked this better than pumpkin juice."

His eyes light up.

"Oh! I remembered that."

Good for him!

"Pumpkin juice?"

He's had it pie and muffins, even a whipped mousse with lots of creamy butter, but not in juice form.

"Yes. It's sweet and tart and fine, if you like juice. But butter beer is better."

ooc: tiiiiired... we can finish it up tomorrow perhaps?

"I think I'll stick to the butter beer tonight."

[ooc: Slowtime is love, hon. Good night!]