Magic Box, Sunday, 05/17

[not_every_mage]

Anders gave the brunch in the park a wistful look on his way to work. Maybe he'd nip out and stop by, just for a minute. Just to grab some food and see what his friends besides Cassandra had made of themselves. If the fact he was still his normal age was anything to go by, it didn't seem likely he'd ever get to see for himself; he'd either die

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[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin would like to say he came here on purpose. Because that was a much more kingly story than 'I got lost trying to find the picnic. Yes, I know how small this town is. Shut up.'

But there he was nonetheless. So.

"Anders?"

[not_every_mage]

"That's me," Anders said, with an aggressive kind of cheer in his voice to cover how discombobulated he still was from his conversation with Cassandra. "And I'll take a wild guess that you're Thorin?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Unless you have met many other dwarves." Which. Rude. Clearly Thorin was the best of all the dwarves.

All of them.

[not_every_mage]

"Not many as handsome as you," Anders said lightly. "Hi there. How's your visit going?"