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A wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Which is why the front door opens at this precise moment, letting in Gandalf the Grey.

He goes to the bar and has a seat, and begins to fill his pipe.

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"Your, eh, 'staff'--" He did quotey fingers. "--a little small there, pops?" Harper answered with a question.

Picture if you can, a child trying to light matches near an open tank of gasoline.

Gandalf very pointedly turns to look at his staff leaning against the bar.

And back to the boy.

"I find it adequate for my purposes."

"The chicks probably don't," Harper said, shaking his head sadly.

When he was edgy, his mouth just kept going and going and going and it didn't stop, even if no one was there for him to talk to.

He was very edgy tonight, and toying with somebody released a little of the tension, even if it made him a jerk.

"Chickens have no use for my staff." Dismissively.

"That's pretty sad for you, then. Can't even attract the farm animals," Harper said.

"Was there something you wished to speak of, young man?"

Each syllable is crisp.

"Ooooh, nothin' in particular. Just making small talk. Idle chatter. Chit-chat, tit-for-tat, y'know? This place is great for that?"

He flopped down in the chair across from the wizard and leaned back with his arms behind his head.

"They get around to inventing the wheel yet where you're from? And fire? They have fire, right?"

Gandalf's back is to the boy, considering he's sitting at the bar.

This makes it easy for Gandalf to continue lighting his pipe.

Okay so it was the high stool next to the wizard.

"Y'know, pops, that stuff isn't exactly good for you. It's not much different from the flash."

"There are many things that can be considered unhealthy."

"Oh yeah, like what?" Harper asked, swinging his feet slightly and ordering one of them: a nice frosty beer.

"Discourtesy."

"So can beards. You get all sorts of things living in them," he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

Gandalf smokes his pipe in silence.

"Strong, silent type, huh?" Harper chattered on. "I, eh, know a buncha people like you, but they tend to do the big, musclehead, silent act to impress the ladies."

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