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"Thom likes watersports," Anthy announces, suddenly.

*Meg perks up.* Yes! Yes he does. And he's already dead, so he doesn't have to worry about cholera!

*She beams at 'Bert, and perks up so much that she hits her head on the table.*

Ow.

"You need comfort?"

"I'm sure she does," Anthy offers helpfully.

*Meg stares at Anthy in horror and betrayal.*

Turnabout is fair play.

Cuthbert continues to say nothing, but is possibly manuevering himself to be as much in front of both of them as possible.

Manuel is starting to look at Cuthbert speculatively. He has a good pout.

Cuthbert has a pretty good Patented Gunslinger Stare.

You don't pal around with Roland your whole life for nothing, you know.

*Speak of the devil . . . 's . . . something . . .

And belatedly he will appear.* Hi . . . ?

He likes water sports! *Meg says immediately, and ducks back under the table.*

Bert, at the point he's reached this evening, is eyeing the newcomer in a What new devilry is this? type fashion.

"You'd be Thom, then?"

Anthy edges away from Thom, beaming.

*Thom raises his eyebrows at Cuthbert.

He is an excellent raiser of eyebrows.* Yes.

Why are there . . . no, don't tell me.

I can guess.

*He looks accusingly at Anthy.*

Bert's pretty good at eyebrow-raising, too.

He sees the look, and instantly looks more sympathetic toward the stranger.

"And I see you know Anthy."

Anthy blinks at them both, innocently.

Manuel looks at Thom. He's wondering how you tell if it's a girl.

*So is Thom's entire canon, Manuel. The world will never know.

But as a rule of thumb: if it walks like a man, talks like a man, and fights like a man . . .

It ain't Thom.

He is midly disconcerted by Manuel's glancing, but not terribly. After all. Name-dropping, anyone? yes? no? Roger?

Yes.

To Cuthbert* Unfortunately. And you are?

"A boy with lips like a girl," Manuel supplies.

*Meg dies and is dead under the table.*

"Cuthbert Allgood."

Cuthbert wonders if he should maybe give Thom some sort of warning about Manuel. But hey, Meg and Anthy are no longer being eyed, and one gunslinger cannot look out for the entire bar's virtue, say sorry.

He rather pointedly ignores any and all comments about his lips.

Anthy looks at Cuthbert with new interest.

*Suddenly, Meg remembers Manuel's opening comment.*

Er.

Thom?

You might want to make sure Alanna's not in the bar tonight.

*If he likes boys with lips like girls . . .*

Manuel sulks. Is not a girl.

...wait.

"You hhave family?"

*Thom nods cheerfully.* Yes, but just my brother Alan. Ah . . . everyone else is dead.

*As will be, the look he shoots Meg & Anthy says, anyone who suggests otherwise.*