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*The last chiming notes of Greensleeves fade, and Paul lowers his flute, staring around him with a mixture of apprehension, relief, and wonder.*

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[white_flowers]

She approaches him with a warm smile on her face, knitting cradled in one arm.

"My goodness. Why, I know you -- you're young Will's brother, now, aren't you?"

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*distracted, Paul gives her an open smile* Yes, that's me. Paul Stanton. Mrs. Rowlands, isn't it? Bran's neighbour?

[white_flowers]

"Yes indeed." She smiles at him. "I hope that I am not disturbing you, Paul bach, but I did wonder if you were all right. You did look a bit lost, just now."

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I suppose I am, a bit. *He smiles again, ruefully.* I'd . . . been hoping to find Will, really. You're not disturbing me in the least.

[white_flowers]

Blodwen laughs softly, gently amused.

"Oh, well now, that one will appear in his own time, I think, as he usually does. Perhaps even together with Bran -- thick as thieves, they are."

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Yes, they seem to be good friends. Bran's been over to visit a few times. *thoughtfully* He's an interesting boy.

[white_flowers]

"Goodness, yes-- the both of them are."

Blodwen smiles warmly at him.

"Well now, standing here in the middle of the floor like this is no good, then. I was just coming in to get some tea, before, and you are welcome to join me while you wait for your brother, dear." She nods toward a corner table.

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Thank you. It's nice to have company. *He follows her to the table, and sits, looking at the flute in some confusion.* I ought to bring the case, next time. I wonder if I can.

*If he notices that he has said "next time," he gives no sign of it.*

[white_flowers]

"I don't see why you could not, at that." She sets her knitting down on the table and looks at him with gentle curiosity.

"Bring you a cup of tea, then?"

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*He looks away from the gleaming flute to give her a quick nod and smile.* Thank you; tea would be lovely.

[white_flowers]

Blodwen smiles back, and goes to the bar. She returns shortly with two cups of tea on a tray with cream, sugar, and lemon, and gives him one before settling down with her own and taking a sip.

"That is a lovely flute you have there, dear."

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*Some of the patrons here can literally glow; Paul cannot. Nonetheless, he comes remarkably close.*

Thank you. It was a gift.

*He adds cream and lemon to his tea, and stirs it absently.* Do you play anything?

[white_flowers]

"My John plays the harp, and he has the teaching of it as well." Blodwen smiles as if at a fond memory.

"Although I have not the same gift for it as he does, or as does Bran."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim raises his head at the music, then watches the boy fade in. Thats deffently a new trcik. Less flash then the twins, more class then just walking in the door. I'd have to rate it a good solid 8. Tim nods to the newcomer.*

Welcome to milliways

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*Paul, who would be extremely confused to hear that his entrance has received a rating, gives Tim a quick wary look, and then a polite smile.* Thank you. *after a moment* Paul Stanton. And you are . . . ?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Wills brother. but he must get that a lot, so let's be nicer. Tim bows.*

Sir Timothy Hunter, Bar Security at your service.

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*Paul begins to extend his hand, but stops midway, quirking his eyebrows.* Security? Is there a problem?

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*Tim laughs and extends his hand to complete the circuit.*

Why does everyone ask that? if there was a problem, i wouldn't be smiling. I just like to introduce myself, so people know we're here and all that rot.

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Ah. Sensible of you, I suppose.

I'm not planning to stay long -- just checking to see if my little brother's here. *a slight frown* He's really too young to be in a bar.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim cocks his head.*

You'd think so, huh? But i was sixteen when i showed up here, and we've got a couple kids who were born here... hell, theres a baby who got moved into this bar. You never know what the Landlord thinks.

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*Paul tries not to stare.*

Kids born here? -- A baby?

*His eyes move around the bar, again, and the eyebrows above them raise.* It's an interesting place you have here. *a quick smile* No offense intended.

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Oh no, i quite agree with you. Very interesting. Most people say that when they see the window though.

*Tim gestures at the window where the universe is ending.*

Or when they meet someone they thought was fictional.

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*At this moment, someone bumps into Paul, and he stumbles a little.* Sorry --

*He turns back to Tim, apologetically, and then spots a familiar face heading his way.* It was a pleasure to meet you, Timothy. Excuse me --

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*Tim nods, and raises a hand in benediction.*

Go as you will young Stanton.

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*Paul smiles, a little bemusedly, and moves to meet Blodwen Rowlands.*