He's crazy, he's blond, he's shy, and he's totally at your disposal.
Come say hi to Harding!
(Which is to say, there's a tall, slender blond man picking his way through a plate of tea sandwiches--what? he'd
liked them!--and sipping, quite appropriately, a mug of Darjeeling.)
However, his theft of one of Harding's sandwiches is pretty indisputable.
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Thickly, "I do hope you shan't report me, at least. I am already rather better acquainted with the cells than I've any care to be."
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"Your magnanimity is an example to us all."
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Then he sticks his tongue out.
Real role model, Harding.
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"All and sundry are most fortunate, then."
There then ensues a moment of silence, which is silent primarily because Puck has popped the second sandwich into his mouth and is chewing philosophically. After a moment he swallows.
And regards Harding with a level, almost searching gaze.
"I am glad to see you, you know."
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"I--I'm glad to see you too," he says, and his hands are forced under his knees.
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"How have you been keeping yourself?"
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He smiles brightly.
"No lightning strikes."
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"That, at least, is a bit of good news. I am glad to hear of it."
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He sips at his tea, and makes a face. "Darjeeling. Cold. Not a good combination."
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"Tea, I find," Puck says, "is seldom good with anything." Making a face of his own. "Never mind the combination. 'Tis one of its great failings."
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"It's all right with tea sandwiches. Sometimes. Not pineapple ones."
That expression on his face speaks of experience. Bar has a sense of humor, it seems!
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"Pineapple sandwiches?"
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They're not unpleasant, not exactly. They're just not . . . expected, when one has recently had a mouthful of cucumber.
"I wouldn't necessarily recommend them."
It's a good thing Harding has only experienced the more tame species of pizza.
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