Pippin blinks as the door swings open. Merry has gone back to Brandy Hall and he is alone today, which is why he pauses in the door a moment. He glances over his shoulder, appearing uncertain. Looks at the bar
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A weird-looking girl hops on a stool nearby. "Soda, please." Can of died carbonated drink appears, with a straw. With a breakfast like that, no surprise she looks so thin...
She looks -- interesting, yes. Pippin has met a girl with blue hair, though, and a woman who painted herself green, so he only stares at her a moment or two.
No, he is more interested in whatever it is that she is drinking.
After a moment, never shy, he asks, "What's that?"
"Yes. Most of the things I do eat would make -other- people sick, so I guess it balances out in the end." No, he does not want to know. Trust me on that.
"Blood. Embalming fluid." Hey, she is half-undead. "Poisonous herbs, mushrooms, the kind that make people die." And that is the short list. "And things like this, without anything natural on them but water." She indicates the soda.
Not so small, Ravin is at most five feet tall, and slender/petite. Pippin might notice her hand is a bit cool, and that she has only three fingers and a thumb, even if her hand is well-proportioned and looks almost human for the absent digit. "And yours, is...?"
{*shrieks in fan-worshipping*)
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No, he is more interested in whatever it is that she is drinking.
After a moment, never shy, he asks, "What's that?"
[OOC: Hee, thank you!]
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"Why would you want something that tastes like sugar but isn't?"
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"But what about pastries? Surely you can eat pastries," he reasons.
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He swallows (no pastries!) and asks, "What can you eat?"
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Peregrin Took is, for once in his life, speechless.
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His eyes are wide. "What happened to your other finger?" he blurts.
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