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Why, look! It is Reg.

Desire takes another large swig of the wine the bar has been providing and stands, wandering over to join him: The Endless greets the young man with a kiss.

"Evening, Regulus, love. ... We have to talk."

"Evening, love."

Regulus quirks an eyebrow, the smile that'd come to his face fading rather. "Do we? Well, I can't say that's the best conversation starter; is something wrong?"

"Perhaps. No." Desire kisses his cheek lightly. "Not with you." I hope. "Find a table. Can I get you a drink? I'd like a drink. What do you want?"

Up goes the other eyebrow, and Regulus eyes Desire carefully. "Just water, thanks. I'll be over there --" he gestures to a booth "-- all right?"

Desire takes the drink 'order' and heads to the bar: The Endless will be back soon enough.

*As Desire leaves, Moiraine glances over and then with a slightly amused sigh, moves gracefully to meet Regulus.*

Good evening, Regulus. I hope that I am not intruding?

"Evening, Moiraine. No, no worries." He sits, gesturing to an empty spot at the table, and his smile returns, albeit smaller than it had been. "How've you been?"

I have been well enough, I think. A number of things have happened, of late.

*Moiraine smiles serenely, studying Regulus carefully to see if he is aware of certain recent events.*

How are matters with you?

"They're well." He shrugs. "The tinsel I still haven't taken down has been disappearing slowly. Odd, I think, to say the least." Another shrug.

"Were they good things, at least, then?"

It might depend on one's point of view, certainly.

*It is now apparent to Moiraine that she has arrived before Desire has said anything. The Aes Sedai decides quickly that it is not her place to do so, and seeks a topic.*

One certainly might be considered so, at least.

"Oh?" An eyebrow raises again. "That's good, I suppose; could that one be considered so in general or only from certain viewpoints while trying to look on the bright side?"

*Idly, her hand rises to the key at her throat.*

I suppose it would depend upon the person. Most might think it a good thing.

*A pause.*

Do you like the Threshold, Regulus? You live there now, do you not?

*Anthy approaches. (Pause for ominous drum-roll.) Smiling cheerfully. (Pause for eerie Latin choir-music.)*

Hello, Reg. Oh, and Moiraine. Have you seen Desire lately?

"Evening, Anthy. He's over there. How's Archibald?"

He'd continue, but is suddenly entranced by the dancing elephants.

Good evening, Rose Bride.

*Her tone is perfectly serene as she studies Anthy.*

Desire returns from visiting the bar and Bernard with Regulus' water and having had a large quantity of excellent tequila -- only to find the company at Regulus' chosen table has increased.

Well.

"Hello again."

Look! The smile's back! It truly is a sad thing when one has an identity crisis like that.

Good evening, Desire.

*Dark eyes meet golden ones, and there is a faint apology clear in them.*

I thought perhaps to speak with Regulus, but as it happens I find that there has not been any discussion of note save for pleasantries. And mention of disappearing tinsel.

Desire does pick up that Moiraine has not told Regulus -- which the Endless appreciates. However, now Desire has to break it to him with a considerably larger than expected audience.

Wordlessly, Desire passes Regulus the glass of water, still standing as the Endless ruffles the young man's hair.

*Anthy watches curiously, in between sips of tea.*

Taking the water and setting it on the table, Reg cocks his head slightly and looks carefully at Desire.

"What's wrong, love?" Tentatively, he tries tugging Desire down into a chair.

*Meg notices the gathering.

And, putting a bright smile on her face - it's easier after a week at home - Meg heads on over. Cheerfully. Very, very cheerfully.*

Goodness, all my relatives and step-relatives in one place.

Oh, yes. That's exactly what Desire needed.

Desire catches the hand tugging the Endless down, and bends to kiss its back. "Regulus," the androgyne starts hesitantly, "I have something I need to tell you."

Reg smiles briefly at Meg, then turns his worried attention back to Desire. Dryly: "I'd gathered as much, believe it or not." Then he frowns, and twines his fingers with Desires in what he hopes is a reassuring way. "What happened?"

~~Desire chickens out. "I wanted to paint the bedroom peach. You don't mind, do you?"~~

Desire idly turns Regulus' ring with the hand not clasped in his. "I won a duel against Alex."