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The door opens, and a barefoot young fellow enters, looking somewhat surprised.

"... right, see, this is not where I was expecting to end up," he mutters, looking around curiously.

Powerful curious young fellow, this one.

He doesn't look particularly concerned, though, no matter how curious he might be.

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At a table, not too far from the door, Raven looks up.

He laughs.

"I suppose I should not be surprised to see you here. It is oddly fitting."

He is wearing . . . body glitter?

"Nice glitter," says he, wandering over and stealing a cookie.

"I have always thought so." Raven looks modest.

"Do you want cookies of your own? I fear mine are not fancy enough, for one such as yourself."

Rabbit-- for that is who this young fellow is-- looks Terribly Surprised.

"Why, whatever do you mean? You know me, I'm a simple creature, really..."

"You are about as simple a creature as I am."

A pause.

"Though not for lack of trying."

This is Raven's stern face. Isn't it a fearsome thing?

Terrifying, truly terrifying.

"Ahh, but if that's so, then surely whatever sort of cookies would suit you would serve me just as well, wouldn't they?"

He grins at Raven.

"One would think so, but you regularly mock me for my choices, so."

He shrugs, still grinning.

"Well, but I mean..."

Rabbit pouts, just a little.

"You set yourself up for it so well, what else am I supposed to do?"

"Hold your tongue?"

Raven rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness of that thought.

"Would that we had elders, to chastise you."

He attempts to look lofty and pure.

Rabbit applauds politely.

"Ooooh, that one must have taken some practice, to get a look like that going. You're doing pretty well. Needs a bit of work around the edges, though."

He does not attempt to demonstrate, but rather steals another cookie.

Raven just grins.

"I merely copy from the Master. Cute and harmless has never been a virtue ascribed to me."

He pokes Rabbit with his foot, again.

Quick like a bunny--

Erm, wait. Well.

Something like that, anyway.

Rabbit reaches out and catches Raven's foot in warning. "Oi. Stop that, or I'll be forced to do something you won't like."

Raven slips his foot out of his shoe. He wiggles his toes, then slips the other one off.

He folds his legs beneath himself, then, and tilts his head.

"There. I am no longer infringing on your personal space."

He pulls his plate of cookies closer.

He is not attempting to hoard them.

No.

He tosses Raven's shoe at him.

This is not a clever ruse to make him catch them and therefore lose dominion over the plate of cookies.

Of course not.

"Pity," Rabbit says, stealing a third cookie anyway. "It's been too long since I've had cause to tickle you. You probably need it."

"Ace does a good enough job, I think."

Another headtilt.

"Perhaps I am biased."

He takes a cookie of his own, and eats it.

Rabbit raises an eyebrow.

"Ace...?"

"I seem to have acquired a sister, in this place. It is a welcome thing."

He is unconcerned, eating a cookie.

"And you say she tickles you?"

"The current sparkly state is her fault as well."

The blithe tone of voice is moderately amusing, perhaps.

"I missed being silly."

Rabbit considers, for a very brief moment.

"I like her already. When do I get to meet her?"

"In a week, perhaps. She is visiting her husband's father, as I recall."

He smiles.

"She's a pyro. You should get along well, perhaps."

A beat.

"Coyote likes her."

"... goodness me, that one's here too?"

He looks at least a little surprised.

Raven's smile is supremely content.

"She is. She gets very vexed with me. Never fight a Faerie King on her watch."

"... sounds as though you folks have been terribly busy while I've not been keepin' an eye on you."

"Yes. It is the nature of this place, I think. Although I am certain my own nature does not help."

Rabbit reaches over and steals another cookie absently.

"No, no, go on. Tell me about this Fairie King person."

Raven blinks at the disappearance of another cookie.

"It is a long story, so I will make it short. He bargained with That One for enough power to save his people, with predictable results. He went mad, kidnapped some friends of the Puck, and yesterday evening we went and got them back. With the aid of a mortal wizard Oberon's compact with That One was broken, and he fled. I am not sure if he will return--though I wonder what he will be if he does."

Because she has a thing for blondish brown hair. Particularly when its long.

And kitsune have no idea of personal space.

And a lot of males are darling cute when they blush.

There is a kitsune-glomp and a full on kiss on the lips-

And just as quick, Laini is sauntering away, silver fox tail twitching.

"Welcome to Milliways."

He blinks, a little, watching her go past him.

Now that is not Wisakedjak, and I don't think I mind the change, he thinks to himself, grinning.

He may or may not be "darling cute," but he surely isn't blushing.

( *throws Sarah in his path* Good grief, she's going to get all spoiled, meeting the Legends )

Sarah blinked up from her seat at the bar, then blinked again, tucking her hair behind her ear to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

Once she was sure she wasn't, she grinned and waved, seeming quite cheery for someone so surrounded by crumpled notebook pages.

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