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[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

Joyce Summers.

Booth.

Tea.

Lunch.

She's reading through a book about the Metropolitan Museum of Art, making appreciatve sounds at the pictures.

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[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

She might or might not have noticed a bad smell hanging about the place. It tends to happen when you spend the night sleeping in a horse's room.

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

She has noticed, yes, but she's rather too polite to comment on it, really.

Let's face it, as conversation starters go, "Dear, go shower" lacks something.

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

It would at least alert her to the presence of showers. She noticed the artbook and the non-threatening demeanor. Definitely human.

"Excuse me."

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

"Yes?"

Joyce looks up, nostrils twitching slightly. Horse. Nice.

"Can I help you, dear?"

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Thea noticed the nose twitch and frowned.

"I'm sorry about the smell, I slept in the stables. I was just wondering if you knew...how to get back?"

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

"No, dear, I'm afraid...wait. What?"

Joyce boggles.

"You slept in the stables? You poor dear...did nobody tell you that there are rooms?"

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

"Rooms? Errr...no."

A fine blush had started to spread across her cheeks and she looked majorly embarrassed. She was just a sweet lost girl.

"I mean, I met this French guy and then I was warned away from him."

It was all a little complex.

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear."

Joyce sighs, shaking her head in a motherly expression. "There are rooms, upstairs. The bar can give you a key."

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thank you."

She smiled and her face sparkled. She didn't know this, not being the type to stand in front of a mirror all day.

"I should probably go wash up, I think I'm scaring people off."

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

Joyce chuckles softly.

"It might make you feel better, at least. I find I can't think properly when I'm not clean."

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

"I agree, the smell might bother you, but at least you can get away from it."

She chuckled, breaking into a genuine smile.

"Thanks, I better go wash now."

She rushed off quickly towards the door, before returning sheepishly and collecting a key.

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

Joyce watches her go and chuckles softly before returning to her tea.