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[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.

~~[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]~~

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"I am," he says with some pride. "Or the Bar has decided to remind me. My mother's people are from Ireland, I think that prompted this."

"Very green," Asar-Suti agrees. "Should I try something Erinnish to drink? Irish, I mean. Blais, who's from Erinn, which is the equivalent to Ireland on my world, likes his drink a lot. And his wenches."

Asar-Suti grins.

Charlie laughs. "Yes, you probably should. Irish coffee, I think you'd like that. It's coffee with whisky in it. Or Guinness, my particular favorite, that's a stout beer."

"Stout beer? Are there slender beers as well?" Asar-Suti doesn't know much about beer. Esk drinks ale, so does Boromir, but really, it's not something the small purple god has given much thought.

"Oh . . . stout beer is darker than other types. It's made differently, I'm not entirely sure how. I like it better than American beer--or German, even, and that's supposed to be the best."

"I think I shall simply try it," Asar-Suti says. "Bar, I'd like a Guiness."

He gets a pint, and drinks. Tan foam sticks to his not exactly dainty nose.

"This is quite interesting," he then says. "Unlike anything I knew as beer so far - but good."

Asar-Suti thinks he will have to offer some to Boromir when he meets him next.

"It's good stuff," Charlie says and gets a napkin to wipe Asar-Suti's nose. "My favorite when I need a little liquid joy."

Asar-Suti giggles at having his nose wiped, and adds, "It is certainly very pleasant," and then drinks deeply from the guiness again.

Charlie just has tea. It's Irish breakfast, at least.

"Apart from all the green stuff, how are you, really?" Asar-Suti then asks.

Bartleby is still missing, somebody tried to abduct little Seth, and then there's the general background of angst - it isn't easy being Charlie Pace.

Charlie shrugs. "I'm managing. My friends have been very supportive."

"I asked Claire whether she was going to have some sort of naming ceremony for little Seth, yesteraday, and she just went 'Huh what' but then thought it a good idea, so I'm researching those of different worlds for her," Asar-Suti says, seemingly random, but actually having jumped topic there on the ticket of 'What is it that I can do for Charlie Pace?'

"Oh. Oh! That's a good idea. Ceremonies--yeah, that'd be cool. Babies are baptized in my family but I don't think she's Catholic and there's no priest here anyway . . . something to celebrate him would be good. That's a very good idea."

"I don't know why anyboy thought of that before; I am going to find a few things from which you and she can make up an eclectic ceremony suitable for this place. Esk might actually have some input, too."

The geeky little purple god of magic is always happy when he can research something - I don't say 'never happier', because 'never happier' is what happens with Gil in his arms, first and formemost. Even research pales in comparison to love.

"Well, in our world, naming ceremonies and the like have fallen by the wayside. Unless it's a religious ceremony. We're rather short on ceremonies in general. Rather a pity. I don't know if having any kind of naming ceremony even occured to Claire."

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