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Ingress walks into the bar, hand-in-hand with Tom. She is wearing child-sized Quidditch robes, pussywillow slippers, and a purple pashmina shawl - all Christmas presents.

She is also bouncing, literally, from the effects of Christmas candy and cabin fever. Tom weighed the dangers of the Underside and the dangers of Milliways, and Milliways won.

No milkshakes or cookies for Ingress, please? Think of poor Tom. (And then slip her a bit anyway).

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Snow spots them and heads over.

"Evening, Tom, Ingress. How are you tonight?"

"Snow, we're quite well, thank you. I was just going to come speak with you."

OOC: And I was!

"Really? What about?"

"Oh, well, I saw you, and I was just going to come to speak with you as we'd not been here at the same time for a while. Why? Is something amiss?"

They do have a thing or two to discuss, but Tom wasn't going to lay into it right away.

"Just a bit paranoid, perhaps -- Milliways does tend to be one crisis after another."

"I bloody well hear that. Are you and the children well? Sorry I've not been able to get round to calling on you and Bigby. The usual business of the Below has been interrupted by crises, both here and there. Are you all well?"

"As well as can be expected, honestly. Millie and Wade are growing like crazy and we had a nice family Christmas. Very relaxing."

"We did as well, in spite of a few unsettling events lately. Do you know Blodwen Rowlands?"

Snow pauses a moment, but the name is unfamiliar.

"I've never heard of her, sorry. What happened?"

"She's an evil Lord of the Dark here at Milliways, collecting followers. She caught me unawares one day, and I've been on alert ever since. Just.. be cautious. Don't let the children speak with her. She comes off as motherly and sweet, and wears all white. She's often been seen knitting."

Snow nods firmly.

"I haven't had the children in all that often, considering the situation. But I will keep an eye out, all the same."

"How are things with Goldilocks now?"

"It's been a while since I saw her, but she left a jar of olives as a Christmas present. I told Bar to keep it somewhere secure, just in case she did something to it."

"Let me know if there's anything I might do. I'm rather up to my eyes at the moment, but I'll do what I can. Things in the Underside have taken a strange turn. We're dealing with something far beyond squabbling clans and warring factions. I think we've got the upperhand, though."

Tom is trying to convince himself of this.

"Thanks, Tom. She's apparently keeping under the radar for now, so I won't need to bother you. Let me know if I can help out in any way."

Centuries in administration have left her familiar with that sort of situation. Goldilocks can wait.

"Just don't go out of the House, and when you come here, be aware. I need to let the residents know to not bring her into the House either. Say, would you mind posting a note to that effect in the Front Gallery?"

He takes a drink of scotch and scans the room to make sure Ingress is safe.

"Certainly. It's no trouble at all. How has Door been, by the way? I haven't seen her in a while."

Tom grins.

"She's fine. Busy, but not in a bad way. We have had some family news - Gavroche has somehow - we're not quite sure of the mechanics - become a wizard. I'm... stunned, actually, but I think it might be a good thing. I hated him being the odd man out."

Snow blinks quite a bit, then smiles.

"Well, that's a surprise, but good for him. Now for Millie and Wade to find playmates who are more on their level. . ."

Ingress is coming now to drag Tom off to Mal, so Tom nods to Snow.

"Children... they are a constant wealth of riches and surprises, are they not? It looks like one of mine is begging for attention. Do keep me updated on what you need, and I'll keep you updated on our goings ons."

Snow nods, completely understanding.

"Of course, it's certainly not a problem. Have a good evening."

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