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Now, it's just a right lovely evenin', wouldn't you find yourself sayin'?

One've them where somewhere round about the place there's some fool of a poet tryin' to write up the evenin' in iambic pentameter, or maybe as a sestina. Or a sestina in iambic pentameter, it surely wouldn't surprise me none at all.

Meanwhile, while them poets get into a fight over rhyme schemes, over here by the fire there's that fool of a fellow Rabbit, sprawled 'cross one've them couches, with wood an' knife an' cigarette in hand.

How he manages to balance all three without droppin' somethin', stabbin' hisself in the foot, or settin' his own hair on fire, reckon I couldn't tell you even if he managed to explain it t'me.

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Rabbit is beeeeeeeeeaming.

"Why, she was just tellin' me all 'bout you!"

Antigone scowls at Rabbit.

"Hello, Charles."

"Hello, Antigone." There's that smile again.

To Rabbit -- "I don't think we've met. . .?"

"Well, not today, certainly, we ain't," he replies cheerfully.

Antigone gets roundly ignored, as he picks up blade and wood again, not watching his hands as he's too busy studying this Charles fellow.

"I'm called Rabbit often enough, although I reckon th'lady'd be more'n willin' t'offer up a few names as are a mite bit less complimentary."

She snorts.

"Nice to meet you, Rabbit."

He shoots Antigone a raised-eyebrow glance -- Should I be worried?

Ahahaha, Charlie, if only you knew.

"I'd say the pleasure's all mine, but I fear that might well be a lie an' besides that, it ain't all that polite t'be so greedy."

Antigone rolls her eyes in response to Charles' raised eyebrow.

Yum, coffee.

Well then.

He gives Rabbit a polite smile. "So, uh, you're a friend of Antigone's?"

"Well, I'd say she's a friend've mine, least, but reckon you'd have t'ask her that question. Ain't entirely polite t'go 'round readin' someone else's thoughts if they've not asked y'to, after all."

Still so very cheerful, is that fellow Rabbit.

"Who says you can't be my friend?" she asks quietly, rolling her eyes again.

He raises his eyebrows. "That's. . . very true."

Rabbit is surprisingly solemn, seems like, 'though I suppose it might not be more'n halfway there, as he raises an eyebrow over at Antigone.

"Am I, then, pretty Antigone?"

She shrugs, her expression saying watch the "pretty" business.

"I imagine so."

She completely fails to understand the reason for Charles' raised eyebrows. La la la.

Charles just stays quiet and watches this exchange, slightly puzzled and slightly amused.

He's good at quiet.

Rabbit smiles, an' after slightly less'n half a moment throws a somethin' at Antigone, white an' soft, fuzz or fur an' maybe it don't rightly matter either way, as he turns back to raise his eyebrow at Charles instead.

"So since Cady here's gone an' clammed up, Charles who gets me yelled at if I call you Charlie, why don't you go on an' tell me a touch bit more 'bout y'self, hmm?"

After a moment, Antigone picks up the fuzz or fur or whatever it is, feeling it between her fingers. She gives Charles an almost-smile of encouragement.

Well, as encouraging as she gets.

He shrugs a little. "I'm at college, studying science like my parents; this place usually shows up in my dorm room." He smiles. "Antigone was kind enough to welcome me here, when I first came."

"Now that's gotta be a right pain when you're just tryin' t'sleep," he says, mildly.

Antigone glances at him sharply, then realizes that he is talking about the dorm room, not about meeting her.

She thinks.

His smile widens. "I don't mind it too much. I like coming here."

"That so?" he asks, so very innocently. "Why's that?"

Antigone elbows him in the ribs.

"I enjoy meeting new people."

There is a ghost of conspiracy in his smile, at this point. Boys will be boys, after all.

"Have you met so very many?"