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There is a very small witch in the bar. She has a nice new summer dress in green, and looks hungry. Shepherdessing all day will do that to a girl.

She looks around in her quiet, vaguely unsettling way, just to make sure no fairies have invaded the strange restauraunt when she wasn't looking, and wanders over to the bar.

She is, yet again, carrying the frying pan.

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"Tiffan," Tiffany says, a bit testily, "Means Land-under-Wave. The Chalk was the land under the waves. And unless you haven't noticed, I am not blonde." nor does she know what a cheerleader is.

{ooc: Need to sleep . . . slowtime okay?}

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"Gotcha," Logan says. "I did notice, as I am keenly observant and so smart it hurts. Probably not a cheerleader either, though I'm not taking bets on that." Not around here, anyway.

((OOC: Slowtime is awesome. Catch you later, and I adore your Tiffany!))