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*~~Flatmate has left for the night, and so~~ Brian is in the bar! Brian is not in the Bar because that would involve not being solid and probably more death than is good for him, but he's in the bar. He's sitting, cross-legged, right in the way*

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Fenchurch nearly trips over him.

She doesn't, and moves her legs up to float in a cross-legged position similar to Brian's, only above him, and about a foot to the left.

"Why're you sitting on the ground? It's sort of icky."

That's pretty much why.

*he grins up at her*

How come you can do that?

"Anyone can do it. It's easy, really, just can't think about it."

Fenny smiles back at him. "I'm Fenchurch. Would you like to do it?"

She has been giving lessons, after all.

*he shakes his head decisively*

Thanks, but gotta have one norman around here, man.

"Isn't Norman a person who fixes tires?"

Fenchurch hears far too many radio adverts for her own good.

*he tilts his head to one side*

Could be. Sounds like the kind of thing a norman would do. In a funny helmet, maybe.

"He's on the radio," she confirms. "For only nine pounds. The fixing, I assume. I've forgotten the jingle."

Jingles are slippery buggers. They always seem to turn into, like, the blue peter theme halfway through.

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