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[path_that_rocks]

There's a little poof of ... smoke? mist? ... and a tiny table appears on the bartop, with two tiny chairs to scale.

A smaller poof of reddish smoke appears in one of the chairs, resolving into a small figure we haven't seen in some time.

There is no corresponding poof of white cloud in the other chair.

Ralph blinks.

"...Sam?"

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Startled, Duo almost falls off his bar stool.

He stares.

This guy has a very tiny pitchfork.

That's so cool.

[path_that_rocks]

Ralph catches sight of the guy staring.

And grins a tiny smug grin.

"Hey."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Where did you come from, man?"

It's a real effort not to say 'where the hell'. But that's too much even for him.

[path_that_rocks]

Ralph leans on his tiny pitchfork and cocks his head.

"Oh, that's not important," he says smoothly. "What matters is what I can do to help you now that I'm here."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"...really. I hate to judge books by their covers and all that, but you're less than a foot tall, and wearing a really cheesy Halloween costume. What exactly can you do for me?"

[path_that_rocks]

Mildly indignant: "Uniform."

He glances across the bar. There is no corresponding tiny figure in a white robe dress anywhere about.

...well, good. That's good. That means no competition! Right? Good.

"And what I can do for you, big guy, is show you how to live."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo raises an eyebrow.

"You're not like, selling something, are you?"

That is a smarmy car salesman voice.

[path_that_rocks]

"Selling? I'm giving it away. It won't cost you a thing."

He pauses, involuntarily.

... There is no poof of white cloud.

How can Sam pass up a cue like that?

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Free advice about how to live my life? No wonder you're giving it away. It's not like I have a schedule or anything- go ahead, lay it on me."

He leans back against the bar.

[path_that_rocks]

Ralph's a bit distracted for some reason; he glances over his shoulder, and cranes his neck to look across the bar.

"-what? Oh! Yes."

He poofs out and poofs back in perched on Duo's shoulder.

"What is it you want most out of life?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo twitches.

"Number one at the moment is you not invading my personal bubble. Sharp objects near my eyes make me very uncomfortable."

He snatches at Ralph, trying to grab the back of his 'uniform'.

[path_that_rocks]

"Whoa! Okay, no problem."

The pitchfork poofs out of existence, a moment before Duo's fingers close over Ralph.

There is a tiny yelp.

[maxwellsdemon02]

He sets Ralph down carefully next to his table on the bar. "How about you tell me from over there. How do you do that poofing thing?"

Teleportation is cooler than tiny pitchforks.

[path_that_rocks]

"..."

Ralph looks a bit confused at the question.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"You didn't fly from the bar to my shoulder. And I don't think you have that pitchfork up your sleeve. Poof."

Jazz hands to indicate the 'TA-DAAA' that follows just such a magic trick.

[path_that_rocks]

Ralph carries on looking blank.

"You lost me somewhere back there, big guy."

He glances across at --

no one. dammit.