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milliways_bar2005-08-22 09:44 pm
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There is a Cuthbert, sitting at the bar with dinner.
There is also a newly acquired leatherbound notebook in which things--mostly lists, from the look of it--are being written and occasionally scribbled out. Mostly in the High Speech, though he's also taking the opportunity for more practice writing English.
There is also a recycled entrance post, but shhh.
There is also a newly acquired leatherbound notebook in which things--mostly lists, from the look of it--are being written and occasionally scribbled out. Mostly in the High Speech, though he's also taking the opportunity for more practice writing English.

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Ah, Bert. You with your logic.
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Beat.
"For...precisely this reason, actually."
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"I'm hurt, Koosh. Or I would be if the groom had any say in the wedding planning at all."
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For a moment, there's a look that Lilly might be able to recognize, by now, from all the times she's stumbled on something doomy. Then,
"And considering yours and Alain's was not so much planned at all, I'd say I still have the edge."
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"No Aquanet. But if your hair's windblown in the pictures, you have only yourself to blame."
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There's a part of Bert that's consciously steering the conversation elsewhere. But hey, don't knock the windblown look.
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"I forgot, you won't have to worry about your hair because of the ruffly wedding bonnet!"
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At the sight of Susan, Cuthbert pushes his way through the cluster of girls, takes her by the shoulders, and kisses her soundly.
"I have never been so glad to see you."
Still holding her shoulders, he turns and points her at the other girls.
"Tell them you don't want me wearing ruffles?"
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Lilly's giggling; Kaylee and Anthy are looking determinedly innocent; Meg's dragging a bewildered Ami.
They're gone in seconds. Like baby quail.
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"...ruffles?"
Is that a mischievous gleam?
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Smiling now, she leans back against him.
"Poor 'Bert. Did they tell ye why?"
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...
There are several moments' silence, and then Susan begins to laugh rather helplessly.
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Alas.
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Susan squirms and bends forward, trying to get away, laughing harder now.