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[fairest1]

Snow is taking a rare night off and relaxing in the bar, reading a good book. A mug of hot chocolate rests in front of her.

She hasn't seen the sign yet.

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[soweroflife]

Ko places a bunch of grapes on the table in front of her on his way past.

[fairest1]

Snow's reaction is best described as 'WTF?'

Having been through numerous phases of the bar where the moral of the story is 'Don't eat food you don't know the exact origin of', the grapes are left where they were placed, and she turns back to her book.

Hopefully, they're not carnivorous.

[go_between]

Richard wanders by after reading the notice with Josh strapped to his back.

He smiles and waves to Snow and ambles over.

"Hullo there. Could I make a donation?"

[fairest1]

Josh is adorable, so Snow of course gives a finger-wiggle wave at him before turning to Richard.

"Hello, Richard. Donation to what?"

[go_between]

"To the Bound Patron's Fund."

He points to the Notice.

"I was homeless for two years, and Bound here for a bit m'self. I know how it is."

He slips Snow a one hundred pound note. Joshua chirps at her and makes grabby hands. Richard chuckles and lifts him out of the sling.

[fairest1]

Snow blinks at the notice. She'll be reading it over, later. She smiles and accepts the note.

"And I've had experiance having to rebuild from scratch after losing everything. Some days, I wish there were a way to thank Joe for everything he's started with this -- the look of relief I see sometimes, when I tell the new arrivals they don't need to worry about racking up huge debts. How's Josh doing? And how have the rest of you been? It's been far too long."

[fairest1]

Snow smiles.

"Not a problem, Mathilda. We're not about to let you starve here. How have you been?"

[fairest1]

"A former patron and friend of mine, Joe Manco, willed a good sum of money to me to start a fund for Bound patrons. I've been arranging things with Bar on a case by case basis for tabs to be covered by it, and I see no issue with moving your tab to the Fund."

[magius_unlocked]

A man in all white approaches her.

"Pardon me, Madame?"

(ooc: I didnt think they had met, but I cant remmeber, or find a memory of such a meeting.)

[fairest1]

[OOC:Apologies! Didn't catch this before I crashed last night. And they haven't met yet, no worries.]

Snow looks up. It's been a busy night.

"What is it?"

[magius_unlocked]

"I heard about your fund to help those who need assiatnce with tabs. I would like to make a donation, if I may."

His voice is low and raspy.

[fairest1]

She smiles and stands.

"Wonderful. Shall we see Bar about it?"