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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is in the bar.

Being very busy.

She has an entire fleet of paper airplanes scattered about the table she's sitting at, and she's making more.

...

We did mention bad things happen when she's bored, right? Right.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim peers over her shoulder.*

A whole fleet of time traveling airplanes?

*A pause.*

So, uhm, good news.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hardly. They just need to make it to the ground." She replies cheerily, abandoning the current airplane in construction and grinning up at him.
"What news?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Well, I just figured what with your interest in quantum physics, you were going to send messages back to people. You know, tell Guy Fawkes "Check the powder, it's wet." Or Tell Richard not to trust John....

*He trails off, shuffles abit.*

My mums alive.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant!" She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss, but stops, not an inch away.

"Mm. That is brilliant, right?" Considering respective family histories, it's a good question to ask.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Er, pretty good yes. And my Step-dad knighted me.

*He finishes the kiss.*

I think whatever rift was tween me and him is over.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She blinks at him.

"Oberon? Does that mean I should tell Raven to stop hounding the git?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Not the same as the one who's here. That git can still be hounded. Hound? Hund? Whatever.

*He wraps his arms around her, casually stroking her hair.*

Yeh. I think he's forgiven the whole bastard thing now that I brought her back.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

The part of her that will forever be more cat-like than human-like thinks he can go on doing that for as long as he likes.

To tell the truth? The rest of her doesn't mind either.

"Guess he figured some things are more important." She replies as she crosses out 'Kill Oberon' from her mental to-do list.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Yup.

*He keeps stroking her. Cause, hey, she hasn't asked for details. whew.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Birthday cake denies bordom.

Specially when its triple layer dark chocolate, with chocolate fudge and strawberry-cherry fillings, and chocolate cream cheese frosting.

Svava grins at Ace when she sets the plate with said slice of cake down on front of her, carefully picking a spot free of airplanes.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Bl-ink.

"Have I been especially good, and forgotten about it completely?" She asks, giving Svava a bewildered look. Not that she's complaining.

In fact, the frosting is lovely.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... Probably, maybe?" Svava chuckles.

"Or, the Bar knew it was my birhday, and I thought you should have a slice of cake as well."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace blinks at her some more.

Then flings an airplane at her.

"And you say I'm horrible for not giving people warning." She huffs before making inroads on what turns out to be a perfectly heavenly slice of cake.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava dodges the airplane, and spreads her hands out with a sheepish, faint smile.

"I didn't know."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You didn't know? Then how did Bar know?" She asks curiously.

Also curiously, the cake seems to be dematerializing at an alarming rate.

Something should be done about this.

Replacement comes to mind.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I guess she knows things like that?" Svava shrugs.

"Its not something I knew, really. I don't remember that sort of- of information."

There is more cake. Svava grins faintly, and heads off to get another slice and return back quickly.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It is possible Ace forgot about minor details like 'dinner' while she worked on her paper airplane fleet.

"... Well. I guess that gives me another reason to go to London. You're just going to have to live with a late birthday present."

[bigfathairydeal.livejournal.com]

Bored, bored, bored.
Gotta be something to do around here.

Garfield notices a table with little paper airplanes on it.
Well, I guess I'm not the only one who's bored.

He climbs up on the table to investigate further.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Cat.

Who's not white.

Maybe it's not a not'cat.

"Don't tell me you talk too."

[bigfathairydeal.livejournal.com]

I say lots of things, but no one ever understands me.

But if Jon knew what I did to his socks last week, I probably wouldn't have lasagna for a month.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Small mercies. Well, at least you look as if you've been fed."

A lot.

Frequently.

[bigfathairydeal.livejournal.com]

Speaking of food..I haven't had my after-supper-before midnight snack.

He thinks about this, and then his attention is drawn again to the paper airplanes.
What, exactly, were you planning on doing with these?
You know you won't fit into these, you know.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Mm, don't eat those kitty, they aren't good." She warns him idly as she begins folding another plane.

[bigfathairydeal.livejournal.com]

He stares at her.
Paper is not good for my diet. It's even worse than raisins.

He picks a plane up and throws it.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"..."

It's a cat that can throw planes.

Thunk goes Ace's head as it hits the table.