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[mmquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox turned eleven yesterday.

There may, therefore, be an extra-proud spring in her step as she marches into the bar today, Angel the kitten trotting along behind her.

She's going to the bar for a milkshake. An eleven-year-old's milkshake.

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[dexter_morgan]

Dexter smiles and waves, trying to catch her eye. Just the person he's been looking for.

There's a card, and a pair of white gloves on the table next to him.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary's face brightens, as she sees him, and she waves back enthusiastically.

"Oh good," she exclaims, spotting the gloves, "you did get it."

[dexter_morgan]

"Yes I did, and they're great. Thank you. I'm afraid I didn't think ahead enough to get you anything in return, though."

[mmquitecontrary]

"That is all right," Mary announces, looking at her Very Most Magnanimous. "Christmas is about giving. It is the Christmas spirit."

Beat.

"And anyways you helped before and you did not get anything for it - so now we are even."

[dexter_morgan]

Dexter accepts that with a sage nod. "You're absolutely right, Miss Mary. Even, then." He holds out a hand for her to shake.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary shakes the hand, with great solemnity.

"I hope you have been well," she says, with the formality that seems to go with the occasion.

[dexter_morgan]

"I've been very well, and you?"

((ooc: Sorry for the delay. Have been distracted. Is slowtime okay?))

[mmquitecontrary]

"I," Mary announces, with all the dignity that is capable to her and then some, "have only just turned eleven."

[OOC: No worries - slowtime is fine! :D (Heh, we practically were living there for a while.)]