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[deserved_it]

Eustace enters from outside, shaking snow off his hair, cheerful and red-cheeked. He heads for the Bar for tea, and then for the fire.

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[kitchen_maid]

[ooc: This is almost have to going to go to slowtime. OK?]

Amy has cookies. Snickerdoodles. They go extremely well with tea, really.

"Hello, Eustace. I take it you've been outside."

[deserved_it]

[OOC: Waugh, lack of notifications. Sorry! Slowtime is love.]

"Hullo, Amy." He grins. "What was your first clue?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Intuition," she says, with a laugh. "Would you like a cookie?"

[deserved_it]

"Yes, thanks."

He takes a cookie and eyes her. "Now is this the famed 'women's intuition' I've heard so much about? Or is it another fairy gift?"

[kitchen_maid]

She settles onto a couch and looks at him, eyes dancing. "I suppose it could be a fairy gift, but it's not one of mine. So I suppose if't just common run of the mill ordinary intuition. And the fact that you're covered in snow."

Or was, though it's probably melting pretty quickly. "How have you been?"

[deserved_it]

He brushes a little more snow off his hair and grins. "Well, there is that."

He sips his tea. "I've been well, thanks. You?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Well, for the most part," she says. "My best friend got unBound and went home last week, and I miss her, but I'm sure she'll be back soon. We're planning a Christmas party, after all, and Anne wouldn't miss that."

A sudden and very bright smile. "You should come, if you'd like."

[deserved_it]

He blinks, and smiles back at her. "I'd like that, I think."

Then the Christmas part sinks in, and he looks mildly panicked. "Oh, Lord, Christmas. What'm I going to do for presents for all you lot?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Good," she says, "we'd love to have you. Caspian will be there, of course, and I think he's asking Lucy, so you'll know people."

Someone will ask Lucy. *Handwaves blithely*

"And I wouldn't worry about presents. You'll think of something, and if you don't, your friends will be happy of your company anyway."

[deserved_it]

"Well, I hope so. At least I've some time."

[kitchen_maid]

"Almost a month," she agrees, cheerfully. "And that's only till the first day of Christmas. More than a month till Twelfth Night."

[deserved_it]

He raises his eyebrows and, loathe to admit any level of ignorance, says, "Never celebrated Twelfth Night, actually."

[kitchen_maid]

"We celebrated all twelve days of Christmas in Phantasmorania," Amy says with a shrug, "but there's no reason to suppose that's the way everyone does it."

A smile.

"I like Christmas, but there was always a part of me that was relieved when Twelfth Night came. The holiday meant a lot of extra dinners and balls and the like, and they're tiring."

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill is already sitting by the fire, staring into the flames. Her eyes watching the light dance. Her eyes then flick back down to a random book that Bar had given her. She smiles a bit as she reads.

[deserved_it]

Scrubb plops down next to her. "Hullo, Pole."

He brushes his hand through his hair again and flicks some melted snow at her, grinning mischeviously. "How're you?"

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill flinches at the melted snow but smiles, setting the book down next to her,

"Not bad, Scrubb, and you?"

She cocks her head to the side.

"How are you adjusting to the bar?"

[deserved_it]

"Well enough, I think." He shrugs. "As well as I ever did to Narnia."

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

"I know the feeling, Scrubb."

She looks to him and smiles.

"What have you been up to since your first step into Milliway's?"

[deserved_it]

"Oh, this and that. I've been helping Caspian in the stables." He smiles at her.

"How are you? I feel like we haven't talked in ages."

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill shrugs,

"I've not really been out and about lately. Mostly staying in the House of Arch."

She sighs and looks to you,

"Would you like some tea, Scrubb?"

[deserved_it]

He raises his eyebrows and stands up. "Tea would be lovely. Back in two shakes."

He returns a few minutes later, balancing a tray with a tea service, and looks around for a place to put it down.

"Er. . ."

He ends up snagging a side table with his foot and dragging it closer, and putting the service on that. Grinning sheepishly, he flops back into his seat.

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill smiles and laughs a bit, eyes glittering. She looks you over slightly and grins to herself.

"It's good to hear you've found a way to pass the time..."

[deserved_it]

"Well, for a while I was simply dreadfully lazy, but laziness gets dull after a while."

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

"Although even through laziness this place is always interesting. So, who have you talked to?"

[deserved_it]

"Oh, a few people. A blunt little girl by the name of Mary." He grins. "I like her."