The season of autumn --

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie spends too much time fretting; Splinter says it's one of her better developed talents.

She comes back in to the bar from the back door with hay in her hair and her favorite shawl around her shoulders. It was a nice walk.

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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Spotting someone he hasn't seen before, Lesgle smiles automatically.

...You know, when you think about it, the (apparent) age of Milliways folk skews to an awfully young median. He looks up again from his book of pencil puzzles, and watches her with polite curiosity.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Wèi," as a greeting, before peeling off her shawl and moving around to behind the bar. She's not actually scheduled for a shift right now, but she hasn't checked up on the space for a while, so Sallie wants to make sure that there's nothing out of place. (There isn't.)

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Bonjour," in reply; and he looks slightly surprised to see her settle in behind the bar. "Oh, do you work here, Madame?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"You could say that. I'm one of the Barmen here, yes."

Bonjour is one of the few French words Sallie knows. "You're from Earth?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah! Delighted to meet you, Madame! --Yes, I'm from Earth, or an Earth; we seem to be blessed or else plagued with an overabundance of Earths here, but I'm from one with a Paris. I've, ah, I've tended a few happy hours lately. I hope you find your bar in good condition--I don't think I've damaged anything irreparably..."

[realmrsreynolds]

"No worries, sir. Bar would've told me -- " with a tap to her forehead " -- if you'd done anythin' too damaging."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"A great relief! I've grown very fond of the Bar."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

((OOC: Pssst, I would like to get Bossuet on the roster as a bar worker. I'm not 100% on how that works, but I think you're one of the people who can do that? Thanks.))

[not_his_pa]

William noticed her as he was finishing his chores out in the stable and tips his hat to her with a smile, he's looking tired, but happy, "Hello, Mrs. Reynolds."

[realmrsreynolds]

"William! You workin' too hard, I see."

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, ma'am but Mark's off at a better school. Just means there's a little more to do around the ranch but its gettin' done."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Are you doin' alright enough to hire on anybody?"

[not_his_pa]

"We haven't yet, but might. He's only been gone a week so we're tryin' to see what needs doing and what we can't do."

[fry_sandhu]

Fry is nearby, reading a book on the floor (as you do), when a piece of hay flutters down next to him.

He looks up at Sallie's hair. Maybe it's supposed to be like that, perhaps it's a style. So he picks up the bits of hay and follows her to give them back.

He's seen her around before but he can't remember her name, so he just tugs on her shawl gently.

"Miss?"

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie looks downward, not yet seeing the hay in Fry's hand.

"Can I help you?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry doesn't quite make eye contact, but he holds out the hay to her.

"You dropped this, I wasn't sure if it's part of your hairstyle. Mummy wears flowers in her hair sometimes."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie laughs, taking the hay back.

"Why not?" she takes the longest stalk and tucks it behind one ear. "How's it look?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry hesitates for a moment, debating the question.

"It looks between twelve and fourteen centimetres long and half a centimetre in diameter. It is a sort of yellow." he says.

Car Keys Collection!

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She looks like she's had a peaceful time of it, in spite of some unnamed tension in her frame, Juliet things. Detectives automatically notice such things, but it's not what she expresses when she first sees Sallie. "Does it finally feel like fall out there?" she asks instead.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Most definitely. Somethin' about the shift o' the weather makes it easier to be quiet your own self, don't you think?"

So Sorry This is Late!

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

"Yeah," Jules observes. "The seasons don't change back where I come from, and it's nice to come here and feel it cool off. I don't get autumn unless I go to visit my grandmother."

[scurlock]

Doc arrives in the bar via the Front Door, shortly after Sallie enters through the back. He's also dressed for the fall weather, a worn plaid scarf wrapped around his neck beneath his overcoat. His hair is longer than she may have ever seen it - pulled back into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck and he looks a bit tired.

But he's not bleeding, so that's a start.

He works his gloves off of his fingers as he approaches the counter; spotting Sallie, he steers himself in her general direction.

"Ms. Reynolds, as I live and breathe," he says, once he's within earshot.