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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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"We're not sucking on the same orange. I didn't come over here to fight, I came to extend an olive branch. Try to keep the optic dagger flying to a minimum. So much negativity is just unhealthy."

Her gaze shifts towards Sunny, and softens.

"It's certainly not an environment good for children. Right Tadpole?"

*He narrows his eyes, not believing her for a second.*

Well, the olive branch is much appreciated. We'll see if it's hollow soon enough.

*His eyes narrow again, this time in concentration.*

You don't have a room on your tab. If you want one, get a key at the Bar. Dunno where you've been staying, but there's no reason to double up besides the obvious. *He raises an eyebrow and smiles tightly.*

*At the last, he rubs Sunny's back. She drools on him a little.*

Sunny doesn't have to deal with... much negativity at all, frankly. *A smile for Nymphadora.*

We run a pretty goddamn happy household on the whole.

Hollow? Now it's her turn to roll her eyes. Then she gives the bar a critical once over.

"Oh yes, very happy. Betrayal, angst, and murder. Sounds like Disney Land. And I can't think of anyone better to play Walt than you, Bernard."

*Tonks' face immediately hardens*

If that's all you see, princess, then you're not looking too bloody hard, are you?

This is our home.

"Yes it is, isn't it? An oasis society complete with an its own Outlaw King."

Her nose wrinkles.

"Oh I am sorry, I take that back. Outlaws are not part of society. They are outside of it."

*Bernard refuses to flinch.*

Insofar as we play an antagonistic role to society, it could be argued that our binary opposition to it necessitates our inclusion within it.

It's a paradox.

I'm too essential to this place, and it's too essential to me, for me to indulge in the more irresponsible tricks of my trade these days.

So you see.

*A small grin*

Unlike the man you left behind, I managed to find something a little more important to believe in than running around in the woods and poking the Powers That Be with sharp sticks. Not to say that it's not good fun, still. On occasion.

Momma don't let your ~~babies~~ anarchists grow up to be ~~cowboys~~ conservatives.

"Everyone has a price they're willing to sell their ideals for, I guess. You do still carry around those wooden matches of yours, right? I mean, everyone needs a hobby."

*He reaches into his pocket to pull them out, when his hand brushes the ring box. He pauses, and smiles, and it's an oddly confident smile, considering what she just said to him.*

Ideals are for blinkered environmentalists. I've always found that realism suited me much better.

*He takes his hand out of his pocket, and the matches shuffle against each other audibly.*

It's a little more serious than a hobby lately. But you wouldn't know a thing about the reality of our life here yet.

Give it time.

"Oh I intend to. Time is one of the few things I have in abundance."

She smiles sweetly. His pause and smile are not lost on her. He's up to something, and she knows it.

"I'm glad we had this talk. Now if you'll excuse me, it's past my bedtime."

*He raises an eyebrow*

Sleep well... wherever that is.

"Oh I intend to. Good evening all."

And with that she swishes away. Hips like a metronome, keeping an ancient time.

*Tonks scowls after her for a few moments.

Then she feels Bernard's hand in hers.

Bernard's kiss on her cheek.

She looks away from Leigh-Cheri's retreating figure, and doesn't think about her for the rest of the night.*

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