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[just_cant_lose]

 
Well, this is new. And that's OK! New is good. Unexpected is not, particularly, and that's why this particular young man's surprise at finding himself wandering strange corridors has quickly melted to suspicion, and then anger. 

He schools himself out of it by the time he finds the stairs. He waits at the bottom of them, perfectly still apart from large, dark eyes that flit over the whole place, taking it all in with no expression on his face. Only the Window gets a second look, and when he's finished his surveillance he walks over to it and stands there, staring in mute wonder, one hand pressed to the glass. 

He can investigate the room later. This is more interesting for now.


[OOC: Open all weekend! <3]

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[just_cant_lose]

'I don't care. Anything.'

He eats as many sweets as any kid, but anything cooked for him too. Food is not worth caring about, and the 80s is not a standout year for British cuisine.

'Ask for what you want, and I'll have some.'

And that way he gets to see what these beignets are without having to admit he doesn't know.

[have_no_mercy]

"Okay."

She'd think he was being very clever if she knew. But she doesn't, so she merely wanders along back to the bar, keeping pace with him even if she does stray here or there to pick a flower or some such.