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[river_meimei]

Standing on your feet on the floor: that's one perspective of the room. Sitting down is another, subtly different. From a thousand different spots, of course, each with its own view

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[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy hums quietly to himself, making his way from the bar to a booth, nose in a book (The book, if one is being specific) and a cup of coffee balanced in his other hand. He sets the mug down on the table and takes a seat in the booth, lifting his wide-brimmed hat off his head and setting it on the table. He glances up as he does so, just to be sure that he doesn't drop his hat in the coffee, and it's then that he realizes that this booth was already occupied. By someone he remembers, no less.

He looks up and over at her, stretched out across the back of the other side of the booth as she is, and he blinks behind the glasses. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

[river_meimei]

"I'm invisible," River confides, with a conspiratorial half-grin.

...She's really not. Too much pink in her outfit for that.

[cheerychaplain]

She's talking and smiling! Already, this is an improvement over the last time they met, he thinks. He immediately smiles in return, chuckling a little, and he nods firmly. "Of course you are. My mistake!"

[river_meimei]

"Not today."

[cheerychaplain]

A moment's confused silence, of the sort that River is probably used to getting, passes. "What isn't today?"

[river_meimei]

River's head moves slightly, and she casts him a steady sidelong look. Conversationally, "You tell me."

[cheerychaplain]

Slightly bewildered, but not too put out by it, he says, "You aren't invisible today. The sun isn't shining today--" A pause and he hastens to add, "In Korea, at any rate." He curls his hand around the handle of his mug, and he smiles. "The coffee isn't bad today."

[river_meimei]

River's small sober face softens at that last, into a tiny and almost reluctant hint of a smile.

"Sun's always shining," she corrects.

"It's a matter of atmospheric interference. Subordinate to normal planetary rotation."

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy smiles again. "It is always shining," he says, though he probably means it in a more metaphorical sense than River does. "The clouds just hide it sometimes."

[river_meimei]

"The local micrometerology is unorthodox," River agrees absently, resting a cheek on her hands so she can stare up at the ceiling. (Well, it sounds like agreement, at least.)

[cheerychaplain]

Well, he recognizes part of the word, anyway. "I have to remind myself sometimes that it's all part of the Plan," he says ruefully, thinking of Korea's brutal seasons.

[river_meimei]

River looks kind of dubious.

But doesn't comment.

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy is serenely cheerful under the look. "It is," he tells her. "But never mind the weather; where are my manners, I'm Father Mulcahy." As his hat is on the table and he can't tip it, and handshaking would be difficult given their respective positions, he settles for a small wave.

[river_meimei]

"Shepherd."

[cheerychaplain]

He remembers a conversation, and he nods. "From what I hear, that's a title that would fit, yes." His head tilts slightly to the side as he regards her. "Do you happen to know Kaylee?"

[river_meimei]

River's gaze sharpens a little.

"Kaylee," she echoes.

"Yes."