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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar. You just didn't see him.

He strolls over to the usual table, tequila and lone cigarette in hand.

No, he still hasn't smoked it.*

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Hrm."

No, he doesn't what to know what that view is.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Anyway.

*He smiles*

I met a woman named Virginia today, who mentioned someone called Wolf. I take it that's you?

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"YES."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His eyebrows fly up.*

Well. That was enthusiastic.

Congratulations. She said she's pregnant.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

His tail wags.

"Yes."

Somebody needs to come up with a mop and wipe that smirk! smile off of his face.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

You'll be glad to hear that we might hire her on as a waitress, for as long as she chooses to work.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He's glad, really, he is.

"Wonderful!"

But he knows she doesn't want to be a waitress. And he promised he'd take care of her. Not bum off of her.

He's gotta find something to do. Maybe in somebody else's world...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...And I've written a note to a doctor who's a patron here. She mentioned that she needed prenatal care, so...

*He leans forward and speaks quietly*

Since she's Bound, the Bar will take care of Dr. Tam's fee. I hope that's acceptable.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Again with the whole "doctor" thing... Doctors were for when you got a gash in your side the side of your hand. Doctors were for when you got sick. Not for pregnancies. That's what midwives were for.

But. Not needing to worry about fee. Oh. Thank. God.

"Acceptable? It's beyond wonderful." He pauses, eyebrows coming down to glower. "This Dr. Tam is reliable, yes? They better take good care of my Virginia."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He's a genius, as far as I can tell. You'll have nothing to worry about, provided he has time to take her on.

If he doesn't, we have a whole list of healers and doctors here who would be willing to help out.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He relaxed, smiling. "That's good."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles back warmly.*

Anyway.

I'll let you know about the job-thing. You might have a word with Gil, the head cook. He handles the kitchen hiring, and he may have an opening for you that I don't know about.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. ...Yamiko told me much the same, so I will try to find 'Gil.' What do he look like?"

It's always nice to meet new people.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He's short, shy, kind of slight. Dark hair. Always seems to have an apron on, and is usually in the company of a rather purple-looking young god. Thing.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"... Okay! Thank you, Bernard."

He grinned. "Tell Sunny I said 'hello?'"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I will. Thanks.

It was good to meet you. Tell Virginia we said hi.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He blinked. "...We?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Sunny and I. And Nymphadora, of course, but you haven't met her yet.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

See him think. It's cute!

"Oh, right! Sunny said something about her. Alright, I will! Um... See you, then."

How uncertain is Wolf, dark and red,
with cheeks so scruffy;
hmmm...
hmmm...
quietly now he wonders,
hmmm...
hmmm...
watch as he slips away...

(ooc: bastardized off of "Bring a Torch, Jeanette-Isabella.")

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

See you, Wolf.

*Bernard watches him slip away, bemused.*