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*Snow, Millie and Wade enter from the back door, Millie shaking a bit of snow off her fur before entering. Snow retrieves a mug of hot chocolate from Bar before taking them to the usual booth, waiting for Bigby*

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*Bigby looks at Anthy, remaining largely expressionless given the seeming tumult by her hand of recent history.*

... Anthy.

*Anthy smiles harmlessly at him.* Hello.

*Harmless seeming or no, he remains focused on her.* I hear there's been some dueling.

*Anthy nods. Still looking harmless.* There was. A while ago. It's over now, though.

*Given the children are present, he decides to stay non-confrontational. It might upset them.* Think it's over for good?

I don't think anyone could really beat my- beat Desire, *Anthy says, rather dubiously.*

*Interesting. Very interesting. He zeroes in on her.*

Beat your what, Anthy?

My fiance, *Anthy says promptly.*

*His eyes narrow in suspicion.* That wasn't what you were going to say.

Yes it is, *Anthy says, still promptly.*

Hmph. *He gestures casually.* Hypothetically speaking, what else might you have said instead?

*Anthy flounders.*

-- my Endless? My -- master? My honeybear? My little cabbage? My muffindaddy?

*He watches her flounder, expression vanishing behind an exhalation of smoke.*

No, I don't think so. Perhaps something else.

I think it was my muffindaddy, *Anthy contradicts.* I mean, that's the sort of thing anyone would feel uncomfortable saying in front of a stranger.

Unlikely. Also, I'm not a stranger.

Well, you're not quite my mother or anything, either.

*He returns back to the original point.* True. So, beat... what?

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