The Bar at the End of the Universe

The lake-side door opens, slowly, carefully, and a sharp-eyed face peeks around it.

"Ash and thorn, she led us aright."

"I told you," Moth sing-songs, flittering past Peaseblossom. "A bright, bright place."

"And true it is," breathes Cobweb, following her. Peaseblossom comes close behind, his gaze flicking here to there, fascinated.

"And whither our--?" he begins, but Moth has already made a beeline for the fireplace, in which there are fish. Instructions apparently are much less interesting than fish made of fire.

"Well," says Peaseblossom, looking to Cobweb. Cobweb smiles at him. "Mustardseed," he says to the final fairy, still hovering outside, "pray hold the door. And we, Cob -- to our offices?"

Cobweb beams at him. There's a wing in her teeth. Peaseblossom sighs.



Three fairies are in the bar now, visible or invisible as it suits them. Watch where you sit.


[Three pups, two muns! Taggable, but responses may be ... erratic.]