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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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"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?"

"It depends who's on bar duty," Charlie says with shrug. He hasn't been underage for ten years but he's got sympathy. "And your own home. The Bar tends to keep people to their world's rules."

She laughs. "I'll keep it in mind."

[OOC: Running away. Slowtime?]

"I didn't think wizard worlds had rules about drinking anyway," Charlie adds.

[ooc: no problem.]

"Well, my world's not exactly a 'wizard world,'" she replies, with air-quotes. "It's just the US, 2005. If you asked most people, they'd tell you that magic doesn't exist."

The light bobbles out from behind Seth's head and lands on his nose.

Seth's eyes cross as he tries to watch the light.

"I didn't think so either, until I got here."

The light floats off of Seth's nose and zips up to Charlie's.

"Must have come as something of a shock," Nita comments with a grin.

Charlie grins at the light and blows it lightly. "My first reaction was not my proudest moment."

"What about you, Seth?" Nita asks. "What do you think of magic?"

The light floats off Charlie's nose on his breath and seesaws down to hover invitingly in front of Seth.

A squeaky voice from the direction of Charlie says, "Magic? Feh! All I need is milk and clean nappies."

She snerks. "What more could anyone ask for?"

The light taps Seth on the nose again, then flits back to Nita's fingers, where it winks out. She stands. "Well, I'll let you guys have father-son bonding time. Nice to meet the two of you."

She waves at them and wanders away.

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