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[harryhotspur]

Harry and Feuilly tried to go the Labyrinth. He'd been assured it was dangerous and exciting. Instead, he found-- well, a labyrinth, true, but after the fashion of his own time: a great candle-lit cathedral with a labyrinth laid in stone into the floor.

That was not what he was looking for.

So he's not necessarily in the best of moods as he sits at booth one afternoon, but it's completely within the bell curve of Harry Percy Grumpiness. He's even got his security badge on, too, for once. (Possibly it has spend several months missing in the bottom of a spare boot but listen such details are not important.)

But Bar, reliable as ever, has given him something to occupy his mind. He just has to figure out how you're meant to eat it.

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[likeroaringlions]

"How're you meant to eat that?" someone asks. Helpfully.

It smells good, thought! Whatever it is!

[harryhotspur]

Harry does not grace that with more of a response than a dark look. If he knew, do you think he'd just be sitting looking at it?

[likeroaringlions]

Well that's friendly.

But they are friends, aren't they, more or less? Or else good enemies? So William leans in and helps himself to one of the triangular chippy things. "It's no so bad, you should try it."

[harryhotspur]

They're... something. But really, Harry is equally likely to be surly to his friends as to his enemies.

"Nay, but look you," he says irritably. "That is not the way-- see, it doth come all to pieces." He gestures to the stringy trails of cheese and little bits of salsa that were left in the wake of William's chip.

[likeroaringlions]

"That'll be half the point, I reckon." He rounds up some cheesybits with his fingertips. "Or you can camp outside it and keep up a siege."

[merryeccentricities]

"Harry! Hello." Joly's bundled up in warm clothes and powdery snow. He comes bearing a large satchel and an obvious good mood.

But he notices Harry's foul mood, and the Security badge, and frowns in concern. "Has something--happened?"

[harryhotspur]

"Happened? Why, no." Does anything ever happen?

Oh, he overheard something about the garage, but-- the cars are loud and weird and he doesn't like them, so whatever.

"What sack hast thou there?"

[merryeccentricities]

Joly perks up even more, and takes what is clearly a box with buttons and dials and whirring parts out of the satchel. "I've been taking atmospheric readings! I thought, you know, I keep waiting for better weather to test my flying machine, but then if the snow is nice and thick, that's an advantage of its own, after all. So I'm hoping for drier weather." He brushes off one of his shoulders and laughs. "Well, that's not today! but then, you know, it's useful to have weather data over time even here. Really I should set up monitors, so I make sure to get everything from steady locations. And then I won't have to go out in all weathers, though I don't mind the snow, really."

That's obviously all fascinating, right? of course! But because Joly is in his own way a man of immediate practicalities, so is Harry's...uh..."What are you eating?"

[harryhotspur]

Yeah all that gets a blank look from Harry, sorry Joly.

"I do not know," he replies solemnly, in response to the one part he does understand: the question about food. "But pray partake of it, if thou wouldst."

[merryeccentricities]

Joly will, thanks!

Harry may be gratified to see that it takes Joly some thinking to figure out how to manage this dish too. But it is Bar food, right? Like oysters. Finger food. Right. He can handle this!

... wait what hot hot hot spices hot what

Joly manages to cough out , between laughing and choking "D--did Bahorel order this for you?!?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Ooh nachos," Quentin sits down beside Harry with a smile, he's dressed for court so in clothing that might be slightly familiar. His disguise is down and his livery is light blue with a daffodil badge.

[harryhotspur]

Harry perks up a little. "Is that the word?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Yes, they're so good and these look nice and cheesy," The right amount of cheese and stuff on nachos is key.

[harryhotspur]

He can hear the note of approval in Quentin's voice. "And so they are satisfactory?"

[heatherandsteel]

"They should be. Do you want me to test them for you?" He'd love some but food can be tricky.

Care to help an elf discover nachos?

[moonandstar]

There's an elf seated at a booth across from him. He raises an eyebrow and leans in slightly.

"What exactly is that?"

And how are you meant to eat it?

Re: Care to help an elf discover nachos?

[harryhotspur]

Aside from not knowing the answer to that question, Harry is just a little distracted by the asker's-- overall appearance, really. Sorry, you'd think by now he'd have learned not to stare.

[moonandstar]

Garyn sighs. Right. He keeps forgetting that most people here come from worlds without mer.

"I'm a Dunmer. A Dark Elf, to use the human term. Am I correct in assuming you're reacting to that, or do I have something in my teeth?"

[harryhotspur]

Harry has no shame at being chided-- indeed, it just seems to offend him. (Don't try to logic this out.)

"Why, thou comest in looking like the devil himself! Shall I not look upon thee?"

[moonandstar]

"I certainly can't stop you," Garyn says. "Not without breaking one of the Rules, and I've no interest in spending a night in the cells.

"Though being consistently mistaken for a demon is somewhat tiresome."

[wings_of_a_swan]

Bar has given Combeferre an enormous bowl of lime jello.

He supposed he set himself up for it when he absently asked for 'food.' And now the spirit of scientific curiosity, if not his appetite, leads him to actually sit down and try the quivering, violently green cubes of...whatever this is.

He stops on his way to a table when he sees Harry Percy. "Oh. Percy. Good day."

[harryhotspur]

...okay, well at least he's done better than that.

It's quivering.

"...doth that green jelly... live?"

[wings_of_a_swan]

Now that's something Combeferre hadn't considered!

"I don't know," he says, frowning. He puts the bowl down on a nearby table and prods its contents with his spoon, experimentally.

More quivering, but no sound or discernible expression of sentience.

[harryhotspur]

Harry picks up another spoon (helpfully provided by the bar) and gives the blob a sharp whack. It makes a very satisfying slappy sound!

[wings_of_a_swan]

Hmmmm. Gelatin, perhaps?

Taking a breath (and making a face), Combeferre scoops up a spoonful of blob and tastes it.

"It's sweet," he says. Very sweet. "And lemony."