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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is rather relieved he missed Halloween; after the last adventure in being turned into a woman he tends to try and avoid the few days nearest the holiday, at least insofar as he can, with Milliways' calendar not directly synched with his own. But now that the bar is relatively safe again he can be easily found with what looks like two long bones laid across his lap, halfway through the process of carving out tiny squares to lay in pieces of green-blue-black swirled iridescent shell.

But it's been a tiring few days, and he may be nodding off when you come by.

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche stops to look with curiosity at Ganymede's work.

"What's that going to be?" he wonders.

[the_cupbearer]

"It's an instrument," he says, holding the two long pieces together; one has finger holes, the other doesn't as it's simply a drone. But there are small grooves cut in where a binding cord can rest to tie them together, and a pattern of where the shell squares will rest marked out in pencil.

"Something like a flute."

[street_sparrow]

"Oh, I see", he says, smiling. "It should look really nice when it's finished. The shells are decoration?"

[the_cupbearer]

"They are, yes. They're called paua shells, but he's a sailor, and so he might like them. Since they look like water in sunlight."

And the Brucolac can't exactly see water in sunlight--or anything in sunlight--anymore.

[street_sparrow]

"They do, actually." He admires them for a moment. "Where are they found?"