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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir descends the stairs, again without his armor and weapons except for his eating dagger--though he knows by now he does not need it. He feels better with it at his waist nonetheless.

He sits at the bar and looks around for a few moments before speaking. "Lady Bar? The concoction I had the other day--I would like that again, please."

Up pops waffles with honey and berries. Boromir puts a coin on the bar top and murmurs "Thank you" as he begins to eat.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti walks over from near the fireplace, where he had been reading peacefully, interrupted only by short random showers of snark.

"Good morning, Boromir," he says plesantly.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Asar-Suti." He stands and bows briefly.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti bows back.

"Waffles for breakfast, huh? Are you getting used to life in this place yet?"

He smiles at Boromir and gets a mug of coffee from the bar; it is his usual mug that says 'There's No Life Before Coffee'.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"The barkeep recommended it to me. I do like it--almost like a pastry."

He points to the mug. "I have smelled that brew before. What is that?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"It's coffee. It's a very popular morning drink that helps you to wake up faster," Asar-Suti explains. "I like it a lot and can drink it almost any time of day. Would you like some as well?"

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I would like to try some. The barkeep said he did not like it but the scent is intriguing."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"That would ahve been Richard - he is British, he drinks tea," Asar-Suti says, ever so slightly dismissively.

Gil is British, and so is David - but as for beverages, Meg has put a bee in the purple god's bonnet early on.

Asar-Suti talks to the bar, and she brings up four mugs with coffee.

They are clearly labelled.

"Try that - black coffee, coffee with milk, with sugar, and with milk and sugar. Just find out which version you like best," Asar-Suti suggests.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir looks at Asar-Suti skeptically, and takes a sip from the first mug. He grimaces. "Bitter."

The second gets a better reaction, the third not so much, and the fourth best of all. "It is not quite like anything I have had. I like this best." He takes the fourth mug and drinks more.

"It does not taste quite the same as it smells."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"No, it doesn't. And there are infinite variations of it."

Asar-Suti smiles; another convert for coffee. And none other than Boromir, wheee!

Brormir - the almost familiar routine of introducing coffee almost made the small purple god forget what miracle he is talking to. Boromir!!

He reminds himself that he must not grin like a gingerbread horse, or the Gondorian warrior might think something is amiss.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

There's a wizard getting a pint of ale nearby.

Nothing to see here. Unless you count the fact that said wizard has breasts.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir gives her a brief bow and good-morning smile. After his conversation with Sara, a wizard with breasts, he thinks, should not feel out of place.

And she is much prettier than Gandalf.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She smiles and bows back.

"Good Morning."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Good morning." His smile is friendly--but he has been a soldier all his life, not a man of court, so the next words out of his mouth are, "The waffles are good this morning."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She looks at him bemusedly, then slowly nods. "That's nice. Bar provides the best meals in the mutliverse." At this she grins and affectionately pats the Bar.

"I don't think we've met yet. Are you a new arrival?" of course she watched Sooty make a fool of himself, and heard about it afterwards, but she's being polite.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I have been here a few days. My name is Boromir, son of Denethor."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you, Boromir. My name is Eska Smith," she gives a half bow in greeting.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure, good lady.

"Whence do you hail?"

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil comes from the kitchen to start his rounds collecting stray plates and glasses but he spots Boromir and stops, putting the tray down and tugging his apron straight.

He looks around cautiously, but Sooty isn't about so he walks over and smiles and says, "Hi there."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Good morning." He smiles in return.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Can I - um - get you anything from the kitchen?" Gil says a little desperately - having not thought it through but approached Boromir on impulse. "Or - or a refill?" He nods to the empty mug.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I have breakfasted my full, thank you. I have had waffles," he adds with some pride, for they are still new to him. "Are you the cook here?"

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am. I'm - um - Gil." He goes a little pink and adds, looking at his toes, "I hope you liked the waffles."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"I did very much, thank you." He stands and bows a little. "I am Boromir, song of Denethor."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil bows too, a respectful inclination of the head that is almost completely spoiled by his admiring look.

Gil has never played poker - mercifully, because he'd be crap at it.

"I'm ever so pleased to meet you," he says. "If ever you want anything - anything special, like Gondorian home cooking, just let me know. We aim to please at Milliways."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"You know of my country? It will be good to eat food from home--though I doubt it is anything too obscure.

"I am pleased to meet you, Gil."