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[puckishly]

For those of you keeping track, the Delicate Flower content of the bar has just gone up by one.

You'd have to be keeping very careful track, however, as for a good long while, there does not appear to be a fairy anywhere. Instead, there is a rather industrious red fox, who is delving beneath couch cushions and venturing under booths in search of

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[oneman_onevote]

And after a while, there is an assassin sitting complacently in a booth with a cup of coffee.

Innocently.

Unobtrusively.

[puckishly]

And after a little longer than that, the fox pads over, ceremoniously dropping a dessicated cockroach into the assassin's lap.

Mmmmm.

[oneman_onevote]

The assassin thanks the fox gravely, placing it carefully on the table before him, so he can admire it.

Maybe. S'hard to tell.

He sips his coffee.

[puckishly]

Now the fox is jumping into his lap!

LOOK OUT, COFFEE.

[_queue_]

"What are you doing?"

[puckishly]

The fox looks up quickly, tilting its head.

I am endeavoring, dear sir-or-madam, to pay off my debt.

He looks ever so sincere.

[_queue_]

"Just 'Q' will do.

"How much is your debt?"

[puckishly]

The fox chuckles.

But of course. I do remember, you know.

Then, dramatically, he flops.

And I must confess that I haven't the faintest idea.

[guppy_sandhu]

'You won't find any, I've already eaten them' says a black furry thing nearby, assuming the fox understands cat.

[puckishly]

The fox emerges from under a couch and tilts its head curiously.

All the *coins*?

Are you feeling quite well?

[guppy_sandhu]

'Depends. What's a coin? I thought you were after spiders.'

[puckishly]

Clearly this cat has not run up a tab.

Ever.

Spiders, I am afraid, shan't serve to pay my way.

[witchy_rebel]

[ooc: Only on for maybe forty minutes, but eh]

Well, the fox is amusing Morgan, at any rate.

[puckishly]

The fox is dreadfully pleased about this.

It capers woefully over to Morgan, perhaps to determine whether or not she has any portable property about her person.

[witchy_rebel]

Well, she has a necklace that Barty gave her...Puck steals that, and she's hexing his arse, though. Still, she does pat the chair next to her.

[puckishly]

The fox leaps up, perhaps thinking that pawning off his friends' valuables isn't the best idea anyway.

Good day to you.