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Tim is there, at his table. Sign up. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. MAY I BE OF SERVICE?"

But besides that, he seems to be running some form of simulation. On the table in front of him are several dozen Tim Hunter Action Figured. Yes, they're the ones DC made, he got them from the bar. He also has what looks like a Mini worm hole stationed in the center of the table. He keeps enchanting the action figures, hten sending them through the wormhole. Someone might be curious why.

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A little ship, glowing and transparent, sails around and around the wormhole, but never actually falls in.

Tm stares at the ship.

"Aroo?"

As if hearing him, it turns around and melts into the form of a tiny dragon.

Somewhere, Morgan presses her hand against her mouth to keep from giggling.

Tim sniffs.

"Ahah."

From out fo the wormhole rises a great drake, blue in color, just the head. It turns on a long neck, peering at the golden dragon.

The dragon eyes it, and then flies back to Morgan's hand. Curling her fingers, it vanishes.

"Hello, Tim."

A wave of his hand and his vanishes as well.

"M'lady. How are you?"

A shrug, but she can't keep a smile away.

"I...am well. For the moment. But well."

He cocks his head to one side, eyeing her.

"Theres a boy."

"Mmmmm." That's more a 'yes' then a 'no'

He cocks his head the other way, his eyes twinkling.

"A wizard?"

"Yes."

She's not helping him. Well, not that much - Susan's reaction hurt.

Tim sniffs again, filtering the scent.

"From the Wizarding World... And you're good for him."

A little, fond smile.

He sniffs one final time, and then his face gets the shocked look.

"Barty?"

Mildly,

"If ye think of kickin' up a fuss, Tim, I shall naught be happy."

Tim holds his hands up before him.

"No fuss from me. If he makes you happy, who am I to tell you no? I am not your father. Or your son."

Her eyes narrow.

"Why should Mordred have a say?"

Tim considers this on for several moments.

"Well, I don't suppose the one in this bar does. It's the little one."

She's staring at him.

Blankly.

"The Mordred to be?"

He shrugs.

"Family generally has a say. Because if they aren't comfy with it, it can be bad all around."

"...he's not going to be born until late April."

"Doesn't mean he doesn't still have feelings."

"...he's...just...forming. Six weeks old. He spins around. He doesn't think."

Tim shrugs.

"Eventually, then."

And Tim is trying hard to remember any stories where Morgan marries a wizard...cause that would be cool.

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