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[curlytop]

George is never going to get over the novelty of coming to the bar and ordering...literally whatever he wants. He's taken to trying to think of outlandish foods. As outlandish as he can given he's...generally uncultured and untraveled.

He somewhat dwarfs the bar stool he slides onto as he asks, "Bar, could I get...oh, what was it called...a croque madame? And...I don't know. What do you eat with a croque madame? Give me whatever you eat with a croque madame. And a pint of something French."

What you eat with a croque madame turns out to be a salad of some kind, and George isn't even bothered because the sandwich literally has a fried egg on top. He glances around, grinning, looking for someone to share his glee with.

He hasn't yet looked at his pint of something French.

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[starrydome]

There's an elf Lord close by, watching his food with interest.

An egg on top?
What an interesting choice.

[curlytop]

George sees the interest, and his grin widens. "Right? Looks delicious!"

[starrydome]

"It does. And festive."

Elrond is wearing robes the colour of the evening sky, his hair studded with tiny silver star-shaped pins. They twinkle when he moves.

[curlytop]

Elrond...looks like a faerie to George, but he's trying really hard not to judge, and so far everyone he's met in Milliways has been fine. Even Lucifer. He was a prat, but he wasn't dangerous.

He, on the other hand, looks very human in his rugby shirt and jeans.

"Festive?" It looks like a gooey plate of cheesy, hammy, eggy goodness to George, but he's not sure he'd call it festive.

[starrydome]

"Yes. The yolk like a small sun atop crisp bread. Some herbs wouldn't hurt but -"

He shrugs. Fluidly.

Up close, his eyesvare not at all human. And his ears are shaped like gently curved leaves.

[curlytop]

Yep, probably a faerie.

George leans back to consider the plate anew.

"Huh. I hadn't thought about it that way. It is sort of pretty."

Not pretty enough that he's not going to slice his knife straight through that yolk so it runs down the sides of the sandwich.

[starrydome]

Elrond orders bread, cheese, and tea.
The latter comes in a beautiful mug and smells like secret forests and autumn air.

He nods at George's plate.

"Is it good?"

[souffle_girlek]

"... Did she mean to give you your sandwich the wrong way 'round?" Oswin is not tall, or curly haired, or even Scottish, but she is very interested in food.

And. You know.

Cute guys.

Doesn't hurt.

(OOC: I'm probably going to be ALL the slow today, but Oswin wanted to say hi. :) )

[curlytop]

"It's meant to be that way!" says George because...isn't it brilliant? "You have to eat it with a knife and fork."

Which does sort of defeat the purpose of a sandwich, but it also prevents egg yolk running down your arms.



[ooc: I am all about the slows :)]

[souffle_girlek]

"Oooh, fancy. And then all of that lovely yolk can soak into the bread. Do you mind if I join you? Suddenly I could go for a sandwich." Oswin asks with a brilliant smile.

[curlytop]

"That's the notion, I think," George agrees. This is his first madame.

"Help yourself," he says, gesturing to the bar. "I think you've your pick of seats if you don't want to sit by a strange man eating strange sandwiches, but you're welcome here just the same."

[souffle_girlek]

"Oh, thanks for the warning. I think I'll sit here next to this cutie." Oswin declares, clambering up onto the barstool next to George. "Bar, could I have one of those sandwiches please?"

[curlytop]

George goes pink but he doesn't argue because...well...he has a mirror.

"I hope we both live up to your expectations," he says.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's had a long day and is enjoying a small drink of Corellian whiskey and a basket of paradoxes, when he hears the order and looks over the tall man. "That looks tasty."

[curlytop]

"Doesn't it?" George asks, looking delighted by the prospect.

[childofrebellion]

"What did you call it, a croque madame?" The words are odd but remind him of the man he met from France during the translation trouble.

[curlytop]

"Yes," George affirms. "It's French. I heard about it from a friend of mine once."

[childofrebellion]

"French, there are some Frenchmen here. I'm from the Galactic Empire so only learned about that country here."

[curlytop]

"The Galactic Empire? Sounds menacing and evil."

'The Clave' also sounds menacing and evil, so he supposes it's a matter of perspective.

[highwarlock_bane]

In walks Magnus.

He see's George and takes a seat.

[curlytop]

George grins at him and gives a little wave. "Hullo."

[highwarlock_bane]

"How have you been?" Magnus thinks George looks to be in a good mood.

He then orders a coffee from the bar.

[curlytop]

"I'm all right, I suppose," George says.

He's starting to miss home an awful lot, but he's going to keep that to himself. It's so much easier to smile.

"How about you? Did that Shadowhunter ever thank you?"

Totally not fishing for details for the Unofficial Malec Fan Club he's started with Cecil.

[highwarlock_bane]

"As a matter of a fact he did." surprising him to no end. "Alexander is ..." he can't quite find the right word but after a slight hesitation, "Different"

"You seem to have settled in." pointing to the food.

[curlytop]

"Good different or bad different?" George asks, like he doesn't already know.

He slices into his sandwich with panache. "Can you blame me? You've seen...oh, no. Never mind. Anyhow, the food at my school...it wasn't great."