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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar.

The drawing of the baby's room has become increasingly detailed.

...Yeah, he's really geeking out.*

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[frizz-frazzle.livejournal.com]

A blur of schoolteacherly redhead zips into Bernard's field of vision.

"Hello!" she says cheerfully. "Would you happen to be the bartender, Bernard?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard blinks, looking up, and smiles.*

I am.

[frizz-frazzle.livejournal.com]

Ms. Frizzle beams.

"Well, it's nice to meet you! I'm Valerie Frizzle. Bigby directed me to you some time ago to get a few questions about the Bar answered. Do you have time?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard kicks out a chair*

Shoot.

[leplusbeau]

*There are two little hands over Bernard's eyes. Is that a cold bit of metal on the left hand?*

Guezz who!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins; he doesn't notice the metal.*

...Marie Antoinette?

[leplusbeau]

*faux huff!*

I am not an imperialist! Take it back! Or give me something to back it better!

*She smiles and steals his pencil. With her left hand.*

Oooh, for the bebe'z room?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods and starts to speak, pointing*

Yeah, we're making it the same size as Sunny's so she's not jealous, and I'm trying to figure out how to make sure we have room for more rooms, because if the timeline so far's any indication hey, is that a ring on your finger?

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

A curl brushes his cheek.

There's somebody peering over his shoulder.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins and pulls on the curl gently.*

Hey, sis.

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia giggles and stares down at the plans.

"Baby's room?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods.*

Same size as Sunny's.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora slips into the chair beside him, looking interestedly at the sketchbook.*

'Lo.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard smiles and leans over to kiss her.*

Hi.

[clumsy_auror]

*Slipping her arm around Bernard's waist and propping her chin up on his shoulder, Nymphadora pulls the drawing a bit closer.*

How's it coming?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Pretty well.

*He points to the room, on the other side of the bathroom from Sunny's.*

Same size, really. Same amount of storage. Just a matter of figuring out the beams and supports, and making sure we have room for more later.

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*John walks up, pint in hand, fag in mouth. He looks at the drawing and groans.*

Don't tell me. You too. Christ, if I have to hear one more of you berks talk about weddings and nappies I'll go back to London and take my chances.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard looks up and gapes.*

Holy fucking shit, I was hoping you died, you decrepit old fuck, except then there'd be an apocalypse or some shit and then where'd we be?

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*deadpan* Gee, I dunno, where where do you think we'd be at the end of the fucking universe?

I'm beginning to regret dropping by. All the best birds are sporting diamonds.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard grins and flushes.*

Well, you couldn't expect us to let them go to waste.

[mnt_raph]

*It's against his better judgement, but Raph sees Bernard and stops by the table for a chat.*

Ain't it the kid that's supposed to have arts 'n crafts, not the daddy? Or did tv get that wrong too?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Fuck off, asshole, I'm drawing up plans for the baby's room.

[mnt_raph]

Strawberry Fields forever, huh?

*Smirk*

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

[ooc: pssst! John just found out that Raph is Death's boyfriend. I can't play that tonight because I'm sleepy, but we should play it sometime, ok?]

[mnt_raph]

[i'm so afraid, but yes. oh goodness, yes. a thousand times, yes.</small.]