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It's a guitarist with a baby in a booth, having tummy time.

"Oh yeah? And then what happened?"

Tiny voice speaking nonsense syllables, mostly vowels.

"You showed 'em! Tell me more."

More vowels and a little squeak.

Charlie laughs. "Aren't you clever, Peanut. And droolly. Decidedly droolly."

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"Seth, huh? Good name." She waves at Seth. "Hiya, Seth. I'm Nita."

Charlie makes Seth wave a fist in greeting. "Hiya," he says in his squeaky-baby voice. "This is my da, Charlie."

Nita laughs. "Well, your da has a fine-looking son. How old are you, Seth?"

"He's a month old," Charlie says, because as much as he likes to be silly there is such a thing as too silly. "One month and six days."

"Wow, a little guy." She extends a hand to Charlie. "Hi, Charlie. I'm Nita."

"Yup, practically new." He shakes her hand. "Hi, Nita.

"Want to have a seat? Seth likes meeting new people."

Seth squeaks in agreement. He does indeed.

She takes the seat across the booth and giggles at the squeaking baby, holding out a finger to him. "So what brings you to the Bar with a baby?"

"Well, his mum was here when she gave birth and she decided not to leave. My being here already was an added bonus."

Seth wraps a chubby fist around her finger and tries to bring it to his mouth. He misses. He's still not entirely sure where his mouth is.

Nita very nearly squees at Seth.

She smiles. "Wow. My congratulations to her."

He smiles at her. "Thanks. We're quite fond of the little man."

Again, a poke and a miss, but Seth is in a good mood and simply lets the finger go rather than start whimpering. He blinks in Nita's direction owlishly.

Nita murmurs a few words in the Speech, and a glowing ball of light appears over her palm. She flicks it toward Seth, and it bobbles around his head, playing peek-a-boo.

Bright shiny thing! Seth's eyes follow the light, his head turning wobblingly.

Charlie just stares. " . . . huh."

She glances at Charlie. "Sorry. Want me to put it out?"

"Er . . . well, it's not dangerous, is it? Not going to lose control and go bouncing about everywhere?

"Should be fine."

Seth's hands flap. Shiny thing!

"No, I've got it under control. It's just light, it can't do anything to him." She grins apologetically. "I probably should have mentioned -- I'm a wizard. Dai'stiho."

"Cool. I'm, um, not.

"What's that last word you said? Daysteeho?"

She laughs. The ball of light darts behind Seth's head, then very slowly starts peeking out on his right.

"Dai like die, stiho like -- yeah, steeho. It means greetings in the Speech."

"Dia's Muire duit," Charlie replies with a grin. "What's the Speech? A wizarding language or summat?"

She blinks. "Sorry?"

"Yeah, the wizardly tongue. At least in my universe. And I guess at least one other one, but everyone else here seems fairly mystified by it."

"Showing off a bit," he says. "I don't really speak any other languages but my gran insisted we learn some Irish. That's just responding to a greeting--'God and Mary to you', literally.

"We're rather rotten with wizards but there's a lot of ordinary folk here too. The ones that I know don't always needs special words for their spells and such. Just a bit of--" He waves his free hand. "Hocus-pocus."

She nods. "I've come across some of the other wizards. It's kind of surreal, seeing magic that's so different. But yeah, plenty of non-magical people too."

"Have you been here long?"

"Almost six months, I think--it's hard to tell, the way time is fluid here. Yourself?"

"I've been coming since around Valentine's Day, and been living here about three weeks."

His eyes glimmer with amusement at the mention of Valentine's Day--all things considered? It was an unexpectedly good day--and he nods. "Not a bad place to whole up, if home's unbearable," he says. "One of the first things I was told is that Milliways is a place of refuge."

She looks a little sad. "Yeah, but home is -- well, home. Still, all things considered, I like this place." She sighs melodramatically. "If only they allowed underage drinking. What's the point of being stuck in a bar if you can't take advantage of it?"