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Thea entered from the direction of upstairs. She looked much better today, her cheeks were glowing, her hair was shiny and she was inclined to be nice to everyone, even a certain Frenchman. She stepped up to the bar and after a small hesitation asked for several things, none of which were exactly ordinary. Then she sat down in a booth and laid them out in front of her, scribbling hastily in a notebook.

Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?

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I can be any physical shape I like.

*The cat's shape grows ragged at the edges, then begins to stretch upwards, brightly. It reforms and there is a young man there, an albino. His white hair matches his white shirt and slacks, and his translucently pale skin. The lack of color hits the eye hard, as hard as if he had had an arm missing. All his color seems to be concentrated into his bright green eyes, which are the same eyes as the cat's had been.*

I have many names, but call me Yrael. A pleasure to meet you, Thea.

Thea leaned backwards slightly. She couldn't see herself, but her hazel eyes had widened considerably. Worse still a large blush was gathering on her cheeks. The kind of blush that comes from remembering that a moment ago you'd been petting what was now a very charming man.

She was of course used to shapeshifters, but she hadn't expected it.

"...thank you."

*Eh, she's just lucky he didn't change shapes on her lap, instead of beside her.*

*He smiles.* Forgive the sudden change. I merely wanted to show you what I meant.

"It's alright, I just..."

The blush became noticably wider. Thea had a pure heart and a pure soul, but her thoughts weren't completely untainted.

"I'm a little shocked."

Please let him have noticed nothing out of the ordinary. She could feel her cheeks burning.

*Oh dear, and here's Yrael, being able to feel the strong emotions of those near him.*

*He pats the back of her hand.* Understandably, of course.

Emotions at the moment which include extreme embarrassement and mortification.

The blush had faded slightly, but her eyes still looked a bit sparkly. Sudden emotion made them do that.

"I don't suppose, you know anything about how to get out of Milliways?" She asked, with very little hope for a positive answer.

Well, that wholly depends upon where one is wishing to go. Most leave through the door. Are you Bound, then? Most patrons who find themselves Bound can still leave the bar into other worlds, if someone from that world opens the door for them.

*He signals to a wait-rat, which approaches, fearing for its very existence. Its eyes never leave the not'cat. Yrael smiles to Thea.*

Care for anything to drink?

"The door doesn't appear to be there for me."

She said with a slight grimace, hoping he didn't think her insane. She had come through a linen closet after all.

"I don't suppose they have Evian here, besides my money...kind of got stolen, or lost.

She suspected the french guy, but had no proof.

I can see the door. Were I to open it for you, you could probably walk through. It would not be certain, but you probably could. But, you would be going to the world from which I came to Milliways, not the one from which you came.

*He motions to the wait-rat, which huddles down as though it expected to be pounced at any moment.* Evian, please, and a glass of goat's milk.

*to Thea* They serve everything here. Any food from any world that is connected to the bar.

"I see."

She sighed, sounding just a little forlorn. But a sweet,innocent and forlorn girl was probably nothing new in Milliways.

"I'll pay you back as soon as I find a way to get some money..."

*He smiles.* No, you shall not. This is me repaying you for the delightful petting, earlier.

*Sometimes it's funny how innocently the non-innocent not'cat can say things.*

Innocent or not, it caused another explosion of pink on the cheeks of one Miss Harman.

"I...didn't know you were a man then."

Somehow it had stumbled out of her mouth.

Oh, I know. But that does not mean that it was not enjoyable.

*His smile is pleased, and slightly amused.*

Thea was beginning to think he enjoyed teasing her.

"Don't say that!!!"

*He blinks his laughing green eyes, bemused.*

Would you rather I lie?

*For a given meaning of "lie."*

"Yes, I'd rather you didn't embarrass me."

And make me blush like a silly little girl.

*He shrugs.* I only meant to repay the kindness you showed me.

If you wish, however, I shall lie as best I can.

*Yrael clears his throat and speaks with a straight face.* You did not scritch very well at all. Your fingernails are not the perfect length for a good, thorough scritching. Your eyes are not quite pretty in the firelight, and your blush is not a very lovely shade of pink.

If it was possible, Thea's cheeks went even redder.

"I think you could charm the birds from the trees."

And straight into your mouth.

She raised a hand to cover her mouth, positively glowing with mortification. She wasn't used to compliments.

*He smiles.* Ah, no. I have never been able to catch birds.

"Lucky for them I think."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, more hazel than proper brown at the moment. She liked all animals and wouldn't wish the birds to be harmed.

*Yrael likes birds, too. They taste delicious.*

*He looks amused.* Lucky for them, but not me. Lucky for me, though, that the bar is kind enough to grant me a bird from time to time.

"That's....nice." She grimaced a little and there was a sadness behind her eyes. Being sweet had a price. The price of getting teary eyed when you hear about a dead bird.

*The waitrat came back, looking as though he'd rather be anywhere but here. Yrael sets Thea's drink on the table before her, and takes a sip of his own.*

You do not eat meat, do you?

"How could you tell?" She sipped her water and her eyes surveyed him over the top of it.

There were a few hints, I must admit.

*He sips from his glass of goats' milk.* What about milk and eggs and things like that?