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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Well, yes." He gives Death a thoughtful look. "Do you...not often make conversation with humans? Just hazarding a guess."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Very much", he says honestly. "And I miss it, at home. The Northmen have no such art."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"People can form a line."

Ah, well. Again, he probably shouldn't be cheerfully encouraging violence towards a patron while he's on duty. Lesgle sighs, and gives Eric a little bow. "I should probably return to my work."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Have you tried to bring it to them? Or--do they not make parchment, the right sort of inks...?"

He really doesn't know very much about book-craft of a thousand years ago.

[merryeccentricities]

Joly's grin is purely cheerful. "Spirits of very sort, yes," Sometimes wearing flannel!

[athelstanthescribe]

"They certainly don't make the inks - the only writing they have is their runes, which are usually carved or scratched into something, from bark to stone. And animal skins are used for clothing, more than anything."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

His cheerful grin meets cheer from Bossuet. "Speaking of spirits--can I bring you anything while you're here?"

[onceaviking]

"We could sell tickets," Eric mutters.
"For the ones too squeamish to take matters into their own hands."

The small bow gets an eyebrow movement in return.
Eric doesn't do bows,

[makesthings]

"Good, I do forgework at home so it wasn't that different. The projects were interesting depending on what commissions people asked for."

[merryeccentricities]

Joly shakes his head and lifts up a bag. "No, I'm just going out to wander about and study the weather, I am rudely distracting you from your custom. And so I leave you to it; but I wanted to let you know I'd be out, and oh, the mandrake has had some wine tonight, I introduced it to another patron here and so of course there were drinks, and --well, the rest I'll tell you later." He laughs at himself, and reaches out to straighten the edge of Lesgle's collar before starting to the door outside. "I'll see you something like tonight?"

Oh, Milliways time.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Eric would turn a nice profit from selling tickets, surely.

...Oh dear, Lesgle thinks to himself, though, as he gets back to busing tables. He'll certainly have to give Ava a warning.

[onceaviking]

{ooc: ahaha, perfect}

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Did you? I'm glad to hear it; our mandrake will soon be the most gregarious ever of its kind. Tell me who you introduced it to--well, when you have time." He smiles complacently while Joly fusses at his color. "Yes, I'll see you tonight. Study a snowman or two for me while you're out there?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"And you're probably kept busy enough as it is." Laigle works on his chocolate, looking over at Athelstan himself now, rather than the work. "But you look well. An admirable beard."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"What do people ask for? That is--when one could ask the Bar for so many things, what brings people to the forge?"

[makesthings]

"Unusual things since I know how to use magic with my forge work."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Why, thank you. It took a month to grow. And then our young Gyda decided it wasn't quite right."

[buh_bye]

"Here, there seems to be more humans, than other supernatural beings," said Death, "I talk to plenty. Why do you guess?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah--I've never asked Bar for anything magical. It takes a more personal touch?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Ah...it's unimportant. Some hints of rustiness when it comes to the...the smaller points of human interaction." He smiles apologetically. "Like addressing people by name when you've never met, let alone been introduced. Making assumptions about their friendships, when--well, ditto, lack of introduction. It's almost guaranteed to annoy."

He smiles even more apologetically. "As I'm sure you already know. In point of fact, I'm sure Death has better things to worry about than setting a hostile tone before a conversation even starts, but if you're trying any sort of social game involving Hannibal Lecter, you might consider adjusting your approach to the playing field?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I wasn't going to ask."

But good: that sounds good. Whatever else is happening in the monk's life, he's able to work on his art and make small cheerful jokes. "But it's inarguably a look."

[athelstanthescribe]

His life could really be much, much worse. He's even - complicatedly - content.

"All the Northmen braid their hair and beards. And if I'm now to be part of the family..."

[buh_bye]

"Perhaps," said Death in all seriousness, " I don't care."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

It doesn't sit well with Lesgle, the man's acceptance of slavery. But then, he's not there himself. He's not such an ideologue as to demand that an eight-century monk act like a nineteenth-century student.

So he finds a smile. "You'll be braiding it yourself in no time."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"As I said, I'm sure you have better things to worry about." Lesgle's apologetic smile remains as he gathers himself up and gets to his feet. "And if you'll excuse me, I really will get back to work."