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[collects_ears]

George is sitting at a table drinking tea and translating from a scroll. He has a quill pen, an ink pot and a blank sheet of parchment for making notations.

He's rather lost in his work. Someone should do something about that.

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna sneaks up from behind and waves a hand in his face before sitting down across from him.*

What are you doing, George?

[princejonathan.livejournal.com]

Jon wanders into the bar, reveling in a free hour. A flash of red hair catches his eye and he turns, grinning to see Alanna and George.

"Good morning!" he bellows across the bar and strides over to them, clapping them both on the shoulders. So he's in a good mood. It happens.

[collects_ears]

He hears her approaching and fights down the instinctive urge to whip around - which would spoil the fun of it entirely.

Instead as she sits down across from him, he starts theatrically.

"Goodness Lass, you startled me." he says, grinning. Liar? Never.

Glancing over her shoulder, he sees Jon bearing down on them.

"And bless my eyes, if it isn't Jon.."

[the_lioness]

Nonsense. I saw your shoulders straighten. *She smiles, calmly taking a sip of coffee as she glances up at Jon.* Good day, your Highness. The council let you go? How very odd. I shall have to speak with them.

*Alanna is very proud of herself for not asking if he is engaged yet. She moves over, giving Jon room to sit.*

[princejonathan.livejournal.com]

He sits next to her, grinning. "They did indeed let me loose. It took some persuading, reminding them that I am their soverign, but they took the hint eventually."

He stretches dramatically. "And what are you two up to this lovely morning?"

[collects_ears]

"Ah my dearest liege." George half-bows, remaining seated.

"I'm amazed they let you out on your own recognizance. Did you have to drug them all into a stupor to get them to agree to it?" George asks.
He rolls up the scrolls, and tucks them into his travel bag, to make more room on the table.

"I'm losing my mind to pages of spy reports. Nothing of interest.. "

[the_lioness]

*Alanna's eyes follow the scrolls. She frowns.*

I am quite busy devising new and exciting ways to leave slimy creatures in your bed, naturally.

*Biting her lip, she pats Jon's stomach and laughs.*

Actually, I'm keeping an eye out for a ghost, worrying about various people and running through sword drills in my head. In other words, I'm not entirely awake yet. *She bites her thumb and smiles absently.*

[princejonathan.livejournal.com]

Jon shudders in sympathy at the pile of papers in front of George.
"I know the feeling. If I have to read another report on planting or harvests, I might have to be locked away for my own safety."

He gives a little yelp as Alanna pokes his stomach and bats at her hand. "I stand by what I said before, Lioness. You have a very dangerous evil streak." His eyebrow raises at her words. "A ghost? And still time for sword drills. I do love this bar."

[collects_ears]

"A ghost?" George repeats, raising en eyebrow. "Anyone we know?"

He reaches for his tea cup only to discover it is in fact, empty. He frowns.

"I need more tea. Alanna, coffee? And anything for you, Jon?"

[the_lioness]

Aye, a ghost. *Fidgeting, Alanna examines her fingernails.* Roger would technically count as well, I suppose, but I meant Todd Bowden. He killed Meg, and none of us really believe he is gone for good.

*She blinks.* Yes, coffee please. George, I did not realize you were fond of tea.

[princejonathan.livejournal.com]

Jon's hands tighten involuntarily at the mention of Roger's name, but he focuses on what Alanna has said.

"So it was a ghost that killed your friend? Is that even possible?" He looks nonplussed for a moment.

"Tea would be excellent, George, thanks."

[collects_ears]

He slips from the table and returns - precariously balancing a pot of tea, and mug of coffee for Alanna. Another lightning quick trip to the bar brings a tea cup for Jon, and he resumes his place at the table.

"I've tried the dark-substance that has lured you to it and refuses to relinquish its hold over you." he says to Alanna, winking. "I just can't quite get used to the taste of it. So, tea remains my preferred method of caffeine consumption.." He pours himself a cup of tea. "After last night's failed attempts at sleeping, I suspect I'll need an entire pot today."

"Bowden was a ghost? I thought he was a man?"

[the_lioness]

You too?

*She gives George a weak smile and sips her coffee, supposing that sleep is just something other people have the luxury of enjoying these days.*

Todd apparently died between his last appearance here and the night he killed Meg. *She smirks at Jon.* It's Milliways. Of course it is possible.

I spoke with Roger again. Did I tell you that?

[obligatoryass]

Logan is happy to oblige. He's not yet run into the swashbuckling Baron outside of his duties as bartender, so he's curious as to what George Cooper does in his off time.

"If you're not careful, your face could get stuck like that," he says.

[collects_ears]

He glances up, takes a moment to match Logan's face to his name - then smiles.

"Ah Logan. Hello."

[obligatoryass]

"Hi," Logan says, grinning. "Good to see you don't have a permanent case of serious-face. Doing important work, or are you free to be annoyed?"

[collects_ears]

He snorts.

"I'm sure it's important to someone.." he says dryly. "Myself? Not so much.."

He rolls up the scroll and tucks it away.

"What can I do for you, this day??"

[obligatoryass]

"That's the best kind of work to stop doing," Logan says approvingly. "I wanted to bug you about the knife fighting lessons, actually. If the offer's still open?"

[collects_ears]

"Certainly. I'll be honest with you.. I've only a few hours free today, but we could do a rudimentary lesson if you like.."

[obligatoryass]

"Rudimentary is good," Logan says. "Or we can do it another day, if that works better. Mostly just wanted to make sure you didn't forget."

[collects_ears]

He grins.

"No, I'd not forgotten. I like having people to spar with. Skill with blades - like any other learned skill - fades if you don't keep up practice.."

[obligatoryass]

"Cool," Logan says. "Where do you start?"

[collects_ears]

"Let's go out by the lake." George suggests, "I don't want any trouble for pulling out my knives in the bar-proper. My best friend is on Security, and its likely she'd disown me.."

[obligatoryass]

"No need for that," Logan agrees, heading for the door. "I'd really rather not end up in a cell today. I hear they sorta suck."

[collects_ears]

He laughs. "Yes. That, and I suspect I'd never live it down. If in my years as King of the Rogue I was never jailed, I'd hate to have it happen now - when I'm an honest citizen."

He grins and follows Logan.