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Morgan is curled up by the fire, looking pale and listless. She absently stroking Arianrhod, but doesn't really seem to be paying much attention to anything around her.

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She smiles back.

"Anything interesting happen to you?"

"When?"

He's gone a little stiller than normal.

The smile fades.

"Since last I saw you. I was just trying to be polite."

He chuckles, relaxing.

"No fear, 'twas my own error." He thinks a moment. "I've been hanging about with gods-- the Grecian lot. Simply bewitching."

The sex wasn't bad, either.

She makes a face at him.

"The Greek gods? Good in bed?"

He smiles.

"I highly recommend it."

"I think my boyfriend might protest."

"Oh?"

He tilts his head, flicking one wing demurely. "And which one is this?"

"My current one. Barty."

He grins.

"I approve."

"Oh, you know him?"

And aren't going to worry about me? Her mental voice sounds...surprised. Pleased.

"We've met," Puck replies with a grin. "And, if I recall, got along well."

Should I worry? Do tell me if I am remiss.

She beams at him.

"Good."

I don't think so - everyone else seems to think otherwise. Don't understand why.

"Mortals worry by nature, Morgan dear," he says, making a bit of a face. "Dreadfully tiresome."

Morgan rolls her eyes.

"Very." She leans forward, and kisses his cheek. "Glad you aren't mortal."

He slips a slim finger under her chin and kisses back.

Well, yes, on the cheek. Can't have Barty getting huffy.

"So, I think, am I."

There is one last impish grin; then there's only a green snake, wending its way between table legs and the feet of passing patrons.

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