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*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[ember_eleven]

Yes, another one. Cause it's torture Crowley night the kids love him.

She peers at him.

"What are those over your eyes?"

[aj_crawley]

*he eyes the new child warily*

Sunglasses.

[ember_eleven]

She blinks.

"Sunglasses? They don't look like the sun."

[aj_crawley]

'S cos they're not the sun.

*helpful, isn't he?*

[ember_eleven]

"Then why are they called 'sun' glasses?"

[aj_crawley]

They're bits of glass that protect your eyes from the sun.

*he speaks slowly, as though to a child. Oh, wait*

[ember_eleven]

She continues to peer at him.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

[aj_crawley]

*he tips up his sunglasses*

[ember_eleven]

She looks at them.

"I see nothing wrong."

[aj_crawley]

Well you do have bat-ears.

Fair enough.

[ember_eleven]

She grins at him, showing little pointy canines.

"What's your name?"

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley hopes this one doesn't bite. Just to be on the safe side, he edges away slightly*

Crowley.

[ember_eleven]

"Crowley. I'm Ember!"

She gives a little wave.