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[river_meimei]

River's sitting on the back of a booth -- on the back, literally, with her forearms resting on her knees and her back against the wall. There's a rafter near her head, a few feet up. She's wearing black boots, a yellow sundress, and the long brown coat Roland gave her. Several of its pockets, as usual, bulge slightly with odds and ends

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[politestpirate]

Wellard was setting aside the small model of the boat in progress, planning to order dinner, when he spots River. Well, the materials and model-tools are safe enough on the table, so after thinking a moment, he stands and heads over.

[river_meimei]

River glances down at him.

(Possibly one of the reasons River likes high places is that she can actually glance down at people.)

[politestpirate]

Wellard is not that much taller than her-

But it is still not fun being the smallest person in any given group. (You get 'volunteered' for interesting jobs that way.)

He tilts his head, and gives River a faint smile. "How are you doing this evening, Miss River?"

[river_meimei]

"Doing," River says gravely. This at least sounds as if it's a reasonably positive answer.

She tilts her head slightly, watching him.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche wanders over, as usual wearing Enjolras' waistcoat and Alain's leather bracelet, and eyes the booth consideringly.

Then he climbs up to join her.

[river_meimei]

River watches the process.

When he's standing on the table, she moves her feet just enough to make room.

[street_sparrow]

He smiles, taking that as the invitation it appears to be, and hauls himself up to sit next to her.

"Hi."

[river_meimei]

River, who was distracted by something on the empty table on the other side of the booth, glances at him.

[song_tra_bong]

And lo, from out of the bar flies a cookie, on a fairly good trajectory to land in River's lap.

[river_meimei]

River jumps a little.

And then blinks at the cookie, bending to peer at it with interest.

[song_tra_bong]

It is clearly a gift from the cookie gods!

A gift bedecked with chocolate chips of great deliciousness.

[river_meimei]

River picks it up very carefully, examining it as if she's never seen anything of the sort before. She turns it in her fingers, slowly, and reaches with her other hand to brush a fingertip against a chocolate chip.

Then -- still slowly -- she lifts it to her mouth, and takes a decisive bite.

Verdict: Yum.

[nitro_is_ace]

And now? The room is watching her.

Well.

Kinda.

Not the whole room, really.

Just a bit of it.

That corner.

No, the other corner.

...

The other, other corner.

Right, the one with the doberman in it.

Quite honestly, it's the doberman watching her, not the corner. She's practicing her long-range begging techniques.

[river_meimei]

It could be the corner. As well.

River peers back.

[nitro_is_ace]

Possibly. You never know with corners.

Magic, on the other hand, notes she's hooked her target. Now, to reeeeeeel her in...

She goes from sitting to laying down, putting her head on her paws like it just weighs too much, her big soulful brown eyes staaaaaaring at River.

[river_meimei]

River ducks her own head a little, and a tiny soft smile grows as she watches Magic.