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[never_promised]

Aaaand still no door home. It's the first thing he looks for coming into the room, every time, and every time the blank wall where it should be sparks a little flicker of fury.

Harry smiles the fury down into frustration, and dribbles his football up to the bar. Food. Sausage, sack... "And some of those dumplings that Thor Odinson did share with me, with sauces both fierce and mild. Surprise me, Dame Bar!"

Surprise him she does, with a platter of miscellany larger than he'd imagined, and with it an odd little loop of cloth. He studies it idly as he digs into the feast. There's plenty enough to share.

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[harryhotspur]

Percy's first instinct, as he enters the bar, is to steer around Hal and try to avoid notice.

But he remembers their previous conversation, remembers his realization-- and approaches with only a little reluctance.

"Good day. --what hast thou there?"

[never_promised]

Steering around Hal and avoiding notice isn't generally a successful tactic anyway. He's definitely spotted Harry by the time Harry approaches; he's already grinning, and answers the question by tossing the whatever-it-is at him. "Catch! Some sort of favors, I take it, but I cannot quite read the devices."

Someone from a few hundred years later would know a friendship bracelet when they saw it. Or a...something bracelet. It's decorated with little >:( faces and crude designs that might be supposed to be daggers. </3 <3 </3 <3 </3, reads one stretch. Just the thing for best frenemies.

[harryhotspur]

Harry frowns and brings it close to his face, as if that might somehow make its purpose clearer.

"What, some trinket? Did Madam Bar give it thee?"

[never_promised]

"With my meal. It was at the side of my plate--" Oh. Huh. There's another one, looking just the same. "Keep it, if thou wilt; 'tis thine. Join me?" He gestures at the platter of dumplings and dips. "'Tis some feast in the fashion of the Odinson's world. This red dressing is excellent."

He smiles the smile of someone who would never ever set someone up for surprise hot sauce.

[harryhotspur]

Harry does sit, but he casts the bracelet a dubious glance and doesn't pick it up. Listen, everyone in this place was handcuffed a week ago. He knows better than that.

He doesn't know better than to trust Hal about mysterious foods, though. So he dips the dumpling in the hot sauce and takes a bite. Which is a decision he quickly regrets.

[never_promised]

Hal knows better than that too, or should, but he's good at doing things he knows better than to do.

Like, you know, enraging Harry Percy, the Hotspur of the north, by feeding his fiery temper with hot spices! He knows better! But he's doing it anyway, and grinning like the ass that he is. "It suits thy humors, does it not?"

[harryhotspur]

Harry has a hand clasped over his mouth, and so can't really respond verbally. So he just throws a dumpling at Hal instead.

[never_promised]

"O, what an argument!" It would be gracious to let the dumpling hit him in the head. So...he catches it, grinning, dips it in the red stuff and pops it whole into his mouth. See, he can take it!

(ow ow ow ow ow)

(....ow)

[harryhotspur]

Ahahaha. Well, that helps, a little.

And Bar helps, too, providing a glass of water at last, which Harry eagerly seizes, though by now the feeling has mostly faded.

"--that was unfriendly."

[have_no_mercy]

Tess is settled at the bar picking at a salad and glances over when Hal makes his order.

"That's a lot of dumplings."

[never_promised]

Hello, Redhead! Hal grins. "More than I asked for. Will you save me from my burden, or must I eat them all?"

[have_no_mercy]

Hello!

"On one hand, I could help you and enjoy dumplings. On the other, I could watch you eat them all which does have some limited entertainment value."

She looks the plate over. "What kind of dips are there?"

[never_promised]

"I own I know not!" His grin widens; he nudges the platter in her direction. "Save that the red is hot as any fire, and the white cold."

[have_no_mercy]

Hot as any fire? To someone from Louisiana that's almost a challenge.

"I'll try one," she agrees to his moving the plate toward her. And deliberately goes for the red sauce.

Yep. That's hot, but she takes it well.

[never_promised]

He's built his tolerance since finding Milliways, but he's no competition for a Louisiana girl when it comes to hot. Harry nods approval. "You are not another from Thor Odinson's land, are you?"

[have_no_mercy]

"Asgard?" She asks surprised, reaching her drink. "No, I'm just a regular old American girl."

[never_promised]

"America, I have heard of it. So they breed up fire-eaters there as well!" He salutes her with his own cup, and picks out another dumpling. Let's see what this dark brownish-purply sauce is.

[heatherandsteel]

That's a lot of food and it draws Quentin's eye as he heads to counter then spots the loop. At least if Bar pulls him in when he wakes up, he gets to have a big breakfast, "Bar, could I have those same kind of dumplings? What's the bracelet for?"

He's in a comfortable t-shirt and jeans without a disguise, his copper hair is still damp from his shower.

[never_promised]

"Nay, nay, thou must help me with these! Order no more; there is more here than I can eat myself. The bracelet?" Oh, is that what it is? Sure, that makes sense. He slips it onto his wrist and admires the effect. "I know not; some fancy of Dame Bar's."

[heatherandsteel]

When his order appears its smaller but he can eat a lot, "It looks like a friendship bracelet. Maybe its a present from someone to you."

[never_promised]

"Friendship bracelet?" He raises his eyebrows questioningly. "'Tis a token of affection? Ha! Bar must feel more tenderly towards me than I thought, or else--"

Oh.

Ha.

Ha ha ha, Bar.

[heatherandsteel]

"Yes, you'll see groups of girls with wrists full of them and they'll tell you which bracelet is from which friend. Usually the colors and charms represent something. What's on this one?"

As he eats two dumplings in one bite, he peers over at the bracelet.

[never_promised]

Hal extends his wrist for Quentin's inspection; why not. (If it's a friendship bracelet, it's for an odd friendship. Something that merits a lot of angry-faces and stabby-swords.) "It was one of a pair, indeed. I think I have bestowed the other in the right place."

[heatherandsteel]

The swords are kind of cool, "Someone who knows you really well?"

Swords and knives are only for people you trust and Toby probably wouldn't like a charm bracelet or a bracelet with knives on it.

[never_promised]

Someone who knows him well? Hm. "Well enough."

He takes back his arm, done with the topic now. "'Tis one of Bar's jests, though kinder than most. Didst thou see the people here all shackled wrist-to-wrist, a week or so past?"