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*Snow re-enters the bar after the swordfight with Crowley. She stops for a minute, leaning against the bar, wincing slightly*

Ow.

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*looks up from where he's talking to Santa*

You alright, Miss?

I've been worse. *winces* Though if you have any medical knowledge, I'd appreciate some help.

I'm afraid all I know is basic first aid. You might need someone more experienced.

It's all right - the Archangel over there managed to heal me. Better than first aid any day.

*looks around and sees the angel* Wow. I guess I don't have to worry about being on-duty while I'm here, then.

My name's Scott, by the way. I don't think we've met.

Snow White. Nice to meet you, Scott.

*stops himself from saying "THE Snow White?" - surprise is no excuse for being rude, and after all, he's already met Santa Claus*

Nice to meet you too.

Are these your kids? They're really cute. *He smiles at the babies in their carrier*

*Snow would be relieved to hear it. It gets a bit tiring after the first 50 times someone asks if you're you.*

Yeah, they're mine. *Millie waves at him*

*yawn* I'm sorry, but it's been an exhausing day - I really should turn in now.

Me too. Goodnight.

*She sees her enter the bar. She walks over from where hse was talking with Meg (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/548583.html).*

Did the demon wound you?

It was just part of the match, not his fault. I got in a couple blows of my own. *doesn't want to accidentally sic an angry angel on him*

Do you want me to heal it? It would be no problem.

In fact I did it already.

*she smiles at her*

You have beautiful children

*turns back to her, suddenly pain-free*

Well, thank you!

*smiles*
And thank you! They're growing up so fast . . .

Just wait till they start dating

*she smiles*

[OOC: See icon. That would show Snow's reaction better than I can describe.]

[ooc: *dies*]

*she sees her reaction*

Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you. They will be good kids, don't worry.

*sighs in relief* Thanks.

No problem.

*yawns* I'm sorry, but I need to turn in now. Goodnight! *heads for painting-portal*

Night.

*Meg wanders over with the twin carrier.* Hey. Want 'em back? If not, there's still time to adopt them away. *She giggles.* Just kidding - they were adorable, of course.

Hey, Meg. Of course I'll take them back. *starts to lean over the carrier and winces, decides otherwise* Though I wouldn't mind if you stayed around to keep an eye on them a bit longer. I'm glad you three got along well.

Of course! *Meg laughs.* We're on about an equal maturity wave. You know. Feel free to make use of me for babysitting duty any time.

*Snow turns back, now injury-free*
Sorry about that, I guess I don't need to impose on you after all. Though, it's nice to know a reliable babysitter.

*Meg's grin broadens.* Someday someone ought to add a daycare annex to the bar. I'd be happy to volunteer to work there - I used to help train some of the younger ballerinas. Although none quite as little as these two.

*She cocks her head.* Glad to see you're feeling better, anyways.

I wouldn't mind working there, myself - I've been keeping an eye on the younger ones who come in - I suppose I need the practice for later. Mary keeps an eye on them back at Door's, sometimes, so it's not like I never get a break . . . they're well behaved, fortunately.

*laughs* I'm glad I'm feeling better.

*yawns* I'm afraid this has all tired me out - I need to turn in now. Goodnight, Meg.

*Meg grins.* Night, Snow et al!

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