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Amberite in the bar.

Eating eggs benedict. With roast tomato.

Breakfast IS the first meal of the day, after all. And he didn't bother with that or lunch, so...

But my, doesn't he look cheerful. Come say hello?

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He snickers.

"Sorry, Gorlim. But my blood doesn't let me. It just... doesn't work."

A small smile.

"Not good for you, anyways. How about we share french fries instead?"

"Oh, very well." Fidgeting. "I thought you were essentially human?"

"Not in that way."

He grins.

"I'm a little old for getting plastered, too."

"You're never too old to get plastered. I'd swear Bregor was plastered on his deathbed, and the ELVES! I tell you something, they're maudlin, but they can drink a bull into a ditch and keep right on dancing." A pause. "But that's beside the point. What do you mean it doesn't work? What happens?"

"I... stop feeling thirsty."

He shrugs, still smiling.

"Ramon fed me about three quarters of a bottle of tequila the other day. Didn't even feel a buzz."

"Oh." He seems disappointed. "That's boring, too. Where IS Ramon, then?"

"Ramon's in his room, I think."

He sighs.

"I haven't seen much of him. I've work that needs catching up on, and only eat at irregular hours. We've seen eachother a few times."

He shrugs, and frowns.

"So it goes."

"So it goes," he agrees. "Andres still hasn't forgiven me for that same composition of circumstances between us. I don't see him for a few days and he thinks I've run off on him." He leans his head back against the chair. "You should eat and everything. Not that I've a right to talk."

"He's not angry with me."

He smiles, a rather soft expression.

"It's neither of our faults, and we did just come back from a rather long trip together. It's not so bad... just frustrating."

He nods.

"Yeah. Frusterating."

He winces, and gently takes one of Gorlim's hands.

"The hurdles life throws at us- never mind. We shall over come. We always do and, lets be reminded, we've both been through worse than this."

"We have, and we've both got through them, since we're sitting here." He clasps Random's hand tightly for just a moment and grins. "I thought we were getting fries?"

"We are. Bar... one dish of fries, please."

He thinks for a moment.

"And a small Poutine. You have to try this- it's delicious."

He looks at it. It doesn't LOOK like much, but frankly, it looks a lot better than a LOT of things he's eaten, and it smells fantastic. He takes one of the fries, inspects it curiously, and devours it.

"Yes it is," he agrees happily, and helps himself to another. "You have good taste, Random."

He folds his arms behind his head.

"Believe it."

A cocky grin.

"I do a lot of travelling. The specialties of a hundred nations."

"And which nation is this?" He definitely approves of it, wherever it is.

"It's called 'Canada' and is on Earth. I didn't spend much time, I'm afraid. A week, on a connecting flight to Beijing."

He shrugs.

"Asia has the most interesting theatre in the world."

"Bards, you mean?" He grins. "I like them. Fought with one for months."

"No. Ever seen a jester? A tumbler?"

He cocks his head.

"Performer, histrian, comedian, tragedian, thespian?"

This is his life we're talking about. Forgive him if he's making things a little overly clear.

"All that is theatre? Of course I know what those are." He wrinkles his nose. "People keep calling me a jester. It puzzles me. I've never actually SEEN one..."

"I spent years as a jester."

He grins.

"It's all about knowing how to take a fall, really. And knowing where your limbs are. You'll never see a truly graceless jester."

"Well, that's why then. I fall all the time. Fall out of trees, fall over my own feet, fall in love... all the time."

He nods, slightly.

"That makes two of us. There's also the banter element- knowing how to keep up a good conversation which amuses the participants and the audience."

He grins.

"Not to mention juggling fire. That's fun."

"I've been on fire! Lots of times!" This is something he can handle!

...and come to think of it, his hair does look suspiciously singed at the edges...

Random eyes him.

"Part of that statement is the jugglin. You're trying not to catch fire."