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The door swings open, and someone who looks, currently, like an elderly Native American man stumps in and looks around.

He has a stick - he doesn't actually need it to walk, but he finds it useful anyway.

After an inspection of the room, he seems to approve. Then he looks round for the other Tricksters he knows full well are there.

Gray Jay has arrived.

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He grins, amused. "It's the one my people gave me."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I like whiskey."

Faith is, occasionally, clueless.

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"I like applejack better, myself. Or Budweiser."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I've never had applejack."

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

"That's a shame. Perhaps I'll make you some, in a day or two."

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Faith blinks, then smiles.

"I'd appreciate that."

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"You're welcome."