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[gorgonfondness]

Finals are in preparation at the Magic Guild and the Guildmaster needs a breather from having her fortune told. A hot cup of tea and a few episodes of Tentacles of Our Waves is just what she needs, all curled up in a booth.

Unbeknownst to her, the Knight is in the booth just behind her, sitting back to back. With the music curse in Milliways over and the Princess finally out of his hair, he can get back to having some semblance of peace. He's unfamiliar with the show playing behind him but doesn't care as long as it's not another telling of his story.

Come bother?

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[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks at her. "You didn't have to do that. I'm not"--he starts, and has to stop, because he is cold. He's always cold, and he thinks a blanket sounds quite nice, surprisingly.

She's mothering me, the boy marvels. She's mothering me. Is that okay?

He catches the wait rat before it leaves with a request for a meal--anything, really--and two purple cows.

If he had more energy, he'd hate that he feels much better already.

[gorgonfondness]

The waitrats with the blanket return much faster than the ones with the food. Mia takes the blanket and loosely drapes it over his shoulders.

"Autor, it's all right to be comfortable."

[herr_bookman]

"I know," he says, clutching the blanket with one hand, "but I focused on this so much that I just... Well, I forgot. I guess. I didn't expect the gyre to widen so quickly, nor for me to start falling apart in the middle of it."

The kid grins at her sheepishly. "Good to know for the next time."

[gorgonfondness]

"That's how life tends to be, I'm afraid."

She tucks the blanket in around him just as their food arrives. She places Autor's plate in front of him and pats his hand before sitting down with her own.

It seems they both thought macaroni and cheese was a good idea?

[herr_bookman]

And Autor, to his numbed shock, lets her. The dish, however, confuses him. "Is this... a variation on macaroni casserole? Huh," he says, poking at the dish. "I've never seen it before. It's usually too expensive for anyone but the upper classes, and I never paid that much attention to foodstuffs anyway."

He takes a tentative bite. All of his bites are tentative, but this is experimentation, after all.

"Oh," the boy says, licking the white sauce off of his bottom lip and grinning at Mia. "This is passable."

By which he means he's found a new favorite food.

[gorgonfondness]

"It's amazing what changes over time. If the stores in the Malfoys' home are any indication, this will become quite widely available. Cepheus tends to ask for this."

Fortunately, Milliways is here to bridge that gap among others.

[herr_bookman]

"I can see why," Autor says, laying his spoon down after indulging in a few more bites. "It's such a simple dish. I'll have to learn to make it."

The boy yawns again. And again. He closes his eyes, and opens them. Then he reaches to drink his tea, but--it's gone. When did I drink that?

He glances up at Mia, wondering if she said something and he missed it during the displaced time. This is a stupid amount of sleep lost over such a small thing, he thinks, closing eyes filled with sand. I should figure out a way to charge Gene for the inconvenience.

[gorgonfondness]

And when Autor nods off, Mia sits herself sideways in the booth, ready to camp out with him. It wouldn't be the first time she fell asleep in the main bar and there's still soap opera to watch.