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Amy, over by the fire place, with pizza and hot chocolate, in the red dress she made with Anne last fall. Peter Aurelious is perched above her, the squirrels are stealing bites of pizza crust while they think she's not looking.
She's facing the door, and she's waiting for someone.
But she'd be happy -- no delighted -- to see you, too, so long as you are not a certain Welsh woman who knits.
She's in a supremely good mood.
[OOC: Amy will be leaving the bar at the end of the evening. She'll be back, but if you want to talk to her, it's probably your last chance for a week or so.]
She's facing the door, and she's waiting for someone.
But she'd be happy -- no delighted -- to see you, too, so long as you are not a certain Welsh woman who knits.
She's in a supremely good mood.
[OOC: Amy will be leaving the bar at the end of the evening. She'll be back, but if you want to talk to her, it's probably your last chance for a week or so.]