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[makesthings]

Sameth is smoothing his hair down and trying to make his surcoat not look as rumpled when he enters Milliways and laughs with relief. There's time for a break in Milliways before heading to the State dinner and he heads to the counter where he gets a napkin.

Quickly he writes up a few simple specials before pouring himself some spiced wine and starting to sketch on a piece of paper that was in his surcoat pocket.

Specials

Spiced Wine
Coffee or tea
Whiskey
What projects are you working on?

That should create some nice conversations and remind him of what everyone else is doing.

(OOC: Open until another Happy Hour goes up or it scrolls, whichever comes first.)

Comments

[merryeccentricities]

Joly smiles when he sees who has today's Happy Hour. "Sameth! How are you doing?" He pulls up a seat, adding "Spiced wine sounds perfect today, thank you."

[makesthings]

"Good, happy to be here instead of be formal. How are you?" He pours out another goblet of spiced wine and hands it over.

[merryeccentricities]

"Oh, I'm very well! Another friend's arrived in Milliways lately." Joly takes a moment to realize how that sounds, and laughs. "Not the way most of my friends have arrived! He's quite alive, he just finally found a door. It's been good to see another face from home." He takes a sip of his wine. "--Oh, that's very good. What's got you having to be formal?"

[makesthings]

"That's good, I mean the friend and the aliveness. A State dinner, they happen sometimes and the conversation's never that interesting,"

Also he has to be aware of politics, which he's better at than before but not easy for him.

[merryeccentricities]

"Not interesting? Really? I always though they sounded like they would be. Isn't it all politics and such?" Joly's awareness of state affairs is largely on the side of trying to not get arrested by interfering with them.

[makesthings]

"It depends on who's there, the idea is for the dinners to be pleasant which means not too much politics."

[merryeccentricities]

"Heh, sounds like my father's business lunches.--And those were dull. I suppose no one has the sense to want to hear about your studies?"

[makesthings]

"Sadly no, I mean sometimes people want to hear about the repairs I'm doing, but my sister does a lot better with these kinds of conversations than I do."

[merryeccentricities]

Joly's grin is very sympathetic; he'd hated those business lunches. "Then I'm glad you could escape here for a while. Maybe some time we can create something to make them more interesting." It starts out as an idle comment, but before he's halfway through, he's really thinking about it. "Some sort of game, or something..."

Right, but Sameth's sign asks about other people's projects. "You know I've been tinkering on my flying machine; I haven't had a chance to test it out lately, with the weather and all. I want to give it a first try in warmer weather. But my 1/6 prototype maneuvers enough indoors to avoid the cats, now." That's something!

[arkadia]

"I'll take coffee," Eden says, banging a hand on the table. "As strong as possible. What the world needs, what it deserves, is me on a caffeine high."

[makesthings]

Sameth jumps at the banging and his pen blots before he looks at Eden, "Okay, I'm getting it. How big a mug do you want?"

[arkadia]

"How big do you have?"

[makesthings]

He stands up and after some searching finds a mug that's the largest he's ever seen, it says Big Boss on it and holds 30 oz, "This is the biggest."

[arkadia]

"This will do," Eden says, after a moment.

[makesthings]

"I need to start up a new pot for all of this. Any kind of coffee you like other than black?"

There's a shelf of them.

[arkadia]

"I will take the vanilla coffee," Eden, who almost never has coffee and has no idea what the different types are and doesn't see the point of reading any of the labels, says.

[makesthings]

Sameth nods and picks one before starting it brewing in the biggest coffee maker he could find, "Are you working on something that needs you awake for a while?"

[inanhour]

The surcoat receives a sharp look that it wouldn't have, three months ago.

"Are a Prince?" he asks, capitals likely audible in his tone.

[makesthings]

"How can you tell?" Its kind of a yes but usually people here don't see his surcoat and go prince.

[inanhour]

That is not a particularly Prince-ly response.

Sebastian shrugs, and settles himself on a stool. "I was in a land, near a quarter-year, where many wandered and quarreled with my neighbors. I've the look of you," he says, and smiles.

[makesthings]

"Oh, what land was that? Can I get you a drink?"

Sameth knows he doesn't truly look some ideas of a prince and wants to know more.

[inanhour]

"The Enchanted Forest," he says, "near the foothills of the Mountains of Morning."

He scans the list of drinks. "Spiced Wine, if you will it."

[makesthings]

"Where the Dragon King's from?"

That was a memorable conversation and he pours a mug for Sebastian and refills his own. The wine is warm and spiced, good for a cold night.

[inanhour]

"Ah! Does she come here?"

No one was very interested in the politics of Dragons, where he was, but one cannot help but ask on hearing there is a female King who is also a fire breathing lizard who flies.

George is pro-Dragon, in so far as he is pro-anyone who is anti-Prince. Sebastian failed to ask how much of this was due to Princes being his only true competition for the hand of his Princess.

[makesthings]

"Yes, I met her once out by the lake. I'm from the Old Kingdom and I'm Sameth," He gives a small bow as that feels appropriate.