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Bernard is in the bar, at the usual table, tequila and Plath at hand.

It's been a Plath sort of day.

My hours are married to shadow.
No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel
On the blank stones of the landing.

He's subdued. If you ask him why, he won't tell you.

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"Belljar?" Seeing the author's name and not the title.

He lifts the book so she can see.

"Collected Poems."

"Nice. Which one you on?"

"'Colossus'."

He's quiet tonight.

It's funny, how her face doesn't change, but she seems a little sad at hearing that. "Good poem."

And then, "Y'okay?"

He looks up, finally, surprised.

He didn't know it showed.

Maybe he doesn't have that whole 'impassive, unflappable dinh' thing down pat yet.

Let's hope he never does.

"Yeah."

"Yeah you really or, or yeah, shut up now, Kitty?"

"...Maybe a little of both?"

A small smile. He kicks out a chair.

It's an invitation.

She accepts, and flops into it, resting her chin on her hand. "I can shut up. Contrary to what you may or may not have heard. Long day?" It's dropping, yet being polite!

"Long week, so far. Not all bad, though."

"At least you're halfway through?" she offers. "Not that weekends are exactly quiet here, but still."

A small smile.

"True. The days fly by, lately." A sigh, and he closes his book. "How are you?"

She's one of those people who pauses to actually think before answering a question like that.

"M'okay. Tired. It's easier to be phased than solid lately, as a result, which makes me cranky. But otherwise, okay. Life could be worse."

"And how's Edmund?"

She smiles.

"He's...good. Being a lazy git, but I allow this because it means I can surprise him with water over his head when he's in bed too long." Faint grin.

"I'd like a video of that."

"He's kill me. It's very unproper, I'm sure, for their to be footage of him in his underwear." Beat, and then she grins. "I'll film it anyway."

"I have a laptop. We can mount it over the Bar."

And now she's snickering helplessly.

"He really would kill me. Or at least try and take over my side of the bed. But it would still be so worth it. He gets the best expressions, too."

"Kind of how Nymphadora looks when I'm teasing her. Her nose gets all scrunchy."

"Something like that. He either blushes like mad, or looks terribly shocked and put out."

"Nymphadora sulks for about 30 seconds, then gets over it and kisses me."

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