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The burglar hasn't been in the bar lately.

It should surprise none that he's not yet noticed this fact.

Shame. He probably would've enjoyed spending Christmas at Milliways. The turkey is great and our compliments to whoever's in charge of potatoes and stuffing.

Never mind all that.

He's here now.

Enjoying a double bacon cheeseburger.

With chili curly fries.

That are stealable.

The fries, that is. Not the burger.

[Tiny tag: the burglar.]

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Quentin's yawning when he comes in after his shower without a disguise and stops when he goes by where the burglar is, "Milliways has the best fries. Which kind are those?"

"Chili." Pause. "That is what I am told."

He picks one from the plate.

"It is good."

"And it looks like curly fries too. Can I join you?"

He starts looking around for a rat to order but doesn't sit yet, he's trying not to be rude.

"Yes. Yes you can."

He scoots his chair over just a little bit to accommodate another person.

"I'm Quentin," Quentin sits down with a smile and spots a rat to order some fries, "Do you want anything?"

"Hello Quentin. I am...

"I am..."

Beat.

"I don't think. I have a name."

Then,

"A drink? I am thirsty."

"Oh, um, what do you want?" Not having a name feels wrong but Quentin isn't sure what to do in response, the Luidaeg would know.

Would they know anything about returning someone's memories?

"Something cold." Pause. "I think ... they called it 'cola'?"

"Yes, that's always good,"

The rat nods and goes off and Quentin takes a longer look at the burglar, tasting the air for magic.

It's a sinister magic to taste. Of sea, illusory innocence, hidden traps and spirits confined forever.

And people forever caught between.

The rat joins its friend, while another fry is eaten.

Maybe the rats will surprise and bring back a cherry-flavoured cola.

Quentin didn't expect that taste and makes a face, those tastes remind him of Blind Michael and his land, "Where are you from?"

"I am from the House. It is by the sea."

Sorry if that's not very useful information.

"The House?" He can hear the capital letter and it worries him.

"Yes."

Pause.

"I have been there for. I do not know how long."

"Oh, but you can come here? That's good," The trapping isn't as complete as it could be.

"I can come in. But I cannot go outside. To the back area."

It may be that the House permits the bar to be an extension of itself.

Quentin nods and his food arrives along with two cokes, one cherry,

"Can you outside the House?"

Awww how nice! Someone amongst the rat staff likes him enough to bring him something new!

"No. No one can."

A distant expression.

"They only come in."

"Are there a lot of you in the House?"

He starts eating his fries, he probably should stop asking but no one should be trapped and that magic tasted wrong.

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"Several. Actually."

He takes a swig from the glass of cherry cola. Oh yum!

"Not sure. How many there is."

You can fit a lot of ghosts in a house, and never run out of room.

"That's good, it would be awful to be alone. I grew up surrounded by lots of people and it can be a lot, but company's nice. What drink did you get?"

Actually, most aren't all that good for company, but the burglar nods anyways.

"It tastes sweeter. Different. Not like last time. Like fruit."

Some sort of fruit.

"Maybe its cherry coke, that's tasty."

"I do not know. But it is. Tasty."

"A lot of cokes are and there are machines where you can mix all the flavors if you want."