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[kitchen_maid]

Amy's been rattling around the bar all morning without an entrance post, and the mun has decided to remedy that.

So, Amy's settled into a chair near the fireplace, with yet another cup of tea, and embroidery she is ignoring. She looks tired and distracted, but she'd really love company.

Please come say hello?

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[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes over, with her journal in hand, and tea in another. "Good afternoon, Amy."

[kitchen_maid]

"Good afternoon, Helen. How are you today?"

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen smiles. "I am well, and you?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Well enough," she says, falling back on an answer she tends to dislike when she receives it. But it's the best she can offer today. "What are you reading?" She asks, indicating the book Helen is carrying.

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

"More poetry." Helen smiles. "The library has become my life lately." Her smile becomes more sympathetic. "Are you sure everything iis alright, Amy?" Helen, too, hates that answer.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy pinches the bridge of her nose. It's become a common gesture today.

"No, not really, but I can't talk about it. It's not my story to tell. I'm sorry."

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen nods. "I understand. If you ever do want to talk about it, I am always willing to listen."

[kitchen_maid]

"Thank you."

A pause.

"Tell me how you've been, Helen. I'd love to hear your news. How are things with Lord Goring?"

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen smiles brightly. "Things are, so far, fine, and seem to be going rather well. Anne seems well, and Neil and Todd seem better, so that is good."

[kitchen_maid]

"Anne is, I think, doing very well. Were Neil and Todd not well?"

It's the first Amy's heard.

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen nods. "Todd was cursed for a while, so it seems. When I saw him before this, he had become transparent, and I can only assume Neil was deathly worried about him. Today was the first I had seen of Neil in about a week." She smiles a bit. "But they seem to be much better now."

[kitchen_maid]

"Cursed?"

Amy looks a little pale.

"Cursed?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan grins at Amy. "'Lo, lovely lady. You should definitely have some coffee. Tea just doesn't have enough caffeine to do the trick."

He should know. He's had enough today to make him uber-jittery and bouncy.

[kitchen_maid]

"That . . . actually sounds like a really good idea. Hello, Logan. You seem . . . energetic."

[obligatoryass]

"The magic of coffee," he says. "It will cure almost any ill. Except for ulcers. How are you? Besides not sleeping well."

[kitchen_maid]

"It's that obvious? Oh, dear. My Royal Mama would be quite disappointed, no doubt. I'm well enough, I suppose."

She manages to catch the attention of a waitrat.

"Would you like anything?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan shrugs. "It's the million-yard stare that gives you away, really. Otherwise you're doing all right."

"Paradoxes," he says. "If I have more coffee at this point, I might explode into a million pieces."

[kitchen_maid]

She smiles, not quite a grin, but close. "I think you should avoid exploding, if you can. It sounds rather messy."

She gives the order to the waitrat, rubs her eyes, and then looks at Logan. He's not quite a million yards away. "Better?"

[obligatoryass]

"Getting there," he says. "You and me both."

The paradoxes arrive, and Logan digs in. "Help yourself," he adds between bites.

[kitchen_maid]

"Best we can hope for, really."

Amy's never had paradoxes before. Well, not as a snack food. She takes one carefully, looks at it curiously, and then asks, "What exactly are they?"

[obligatoryass]

"Inexplicably good," he says, scarfing one. "I've got no idea, but people always seem to have a lot of them, and they're good for absorbing alcohol and coffee."

[kitchen_maid]

"All right," says Amy. She takes a bite out of the paradox.

"It's . . . I'm really not sure what it is, but I think I like it. Thank you."

She sips her coffee.

"How have you been?"

[obligatoryass]

"Glad you do," Logan says, beaming.

He shrugs. "Something's up with Alain," he says, and it's clear he's not happy about it. "He wouldn't tell me what, but I've got a bad feeling about the whole thing. It forced me to get very, very drunk, though. Not the smartest thing ever." Logan touches his head lightly and winces. "Hence all the coffee."

[kitchen_maid]

[ooc: Vanishing, probably back later tonight. Slowtime?]

[obligatoryass]

((OOC: Sounds great. Catch you later.))