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[lastgunslinger]

Roland has lived through Christmas Day in Milliways once before. It wasn't very interesting.

However.

He's at a table with a cigar -- a skinny one -- and a glass of Black Bush whiskey.

It's not a bad idea to revisit Christmas memories.

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[blue_ajah]

There may be a flicker of blue silk from a corner, as she moves slightly.

Moiraine is weary, although it only shows in the depths of the dark eyes-- when they are open, as they are not just now. She is sitting quietly in a corner booth, subtly leaning back against the wall for support.

[lastgunslinger]

From his table, Roland regards her for a moment, and then gets up, glass of whiskey in hand.

"Hile, lady-sai."

[blue_ajah]

Her lips curve in a faint smile a moment before she opens her eyes, and Moiraine regards him for a moment.

"Hile," she answers serenely. A nod, to a nearby seat. "Will you join me?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland slides in the other side of the booth. "How are your tricks?"

He's not expecting a different answer from usual.

[blue_ajah]

There is the barest hint of satisfaction to the serene tone as she tells him,

"Matters go well enough, as it happens. And with you?"

[lastgunslinger]

"No cause for complaint."

He eyes her a moment.

"Well enough, you say?"

[blue_ajah]

"One of the Shadow suffered a loss last night," she tells him, and dark eyes are fierce. "While I am less than pleased she has been able to cause harm in the first place, I am glad that matters came to pass as they did."

With Bran's harp restored and Bran himself safely at home once more, the Aes Sedai is quietly pleased-- although there are matters that must yet be tended to. Still, it is enough, for now and on this evening in particular-- a gift of sorts, in fact.

Which reminds her.

"And it is the Christmas holiday once again, tonight and tomorrow -- may you have a joyful one," she adds, serenely.

[balletrat]

Joyeux Noel, Roland!

*Meg comes and sits down at his table, uninvited. She has something behind her back.*

[lastgunslinger]

This makes Roland nervous. Kind of. In that way where part of him is sure he's about to be shoved into clothing that he does not need or want to wear.

"...meaning?"

[balletrat]

Merry Christmas, *Meg explains, with a grin.* Even though it's properly Christmas tomorrow, I know - but I figure it's best to catch you while I can.

[lastgunslinger]

"Ah. The fair-day of the Man Jesus." Just a little wry. "Well. Say thankya."

[balletrat]

- I guess you could put it like that, *Meg agrees, amused.* Though there's not so much fairs going on, at least when I come from - there are, however, presents.

*Enter the package, from behind her back.*

Sort of last minute, desolee, since, you know, didn't know you were going to be here -

[lastgunslinger]

"Considering it's not a day I participate in, as a rule -- easily forgiven, I wot." He taps into the ashtray.

And smiles. A little.

"Though if it's something Cuthbert would have worn, I'm afraid forgiveness isn't forthcoming."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Would you mind if I join you?"

Anthy has a small tray of supper in her hands, and a politely inquiring expression.

[lastgunslinger]

Well. This is a first.

"Not at all." Roland nods to an empty chair. "Take your ease."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

She settles into it, sliding the tray onto the table, and fills her cup with tea. It steams.

And she glances from the other cup to Roland, still inquiring. It is Polite.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland raises his eyebrows.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy pauses. Without lowering the teapot.

"Would you like some tea?"

[lastgunslinger]

He nods. "Say thankya."

[simon_doctor]

Simon stops by his table.

"Long days and pleasant nights, Roland."

[lastgunslinger]

"May you have twice the number." Roland nods to an empty seat. "Would'ee sit a spell?"

[simon_doctor]

"Xiexie." Simon nods, and takes the seat.

A pause.

"River tells me you're not staying."

[lastgunslinger]

"No."

He taps into the ashtray.

"I'm not."

[simon_doctor]

"I'm sorry to hear that."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland looks at him.

Idle pleasantries? Or something of blame?

Either way, Roland is tired.

So he nods, and doesn't say anything.