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[no_sin_but]

And on this day in March, Milliways's local one-eyed poet walks down into the bar. He looks a little different, though. Modern clothes; dark jeans and a black jacket and not his normal boots (they are a little hard to pull on with one-hand still in a splint

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[queenofmay]

Marian came in, curls still damp at her forehead, to order her tea. A hand towel appeared first, instead, which she gave the bar a wry smile for.

Taking it, she dabbed her forehead and temples as she glanced around her.

A second later. "Felicitous natality."

[no_sin_but]

He smiles at her, cheerful enough.

"Thank you." A soft voice, English from London. Not a noble's accent, but he's not an uneducated peasant, either.

[queenofmay]

Her tea seemed to be taking its time, so she offered a smile as she looked from the man to his small dessert.

"Though cupcakes are quite sweet and colorful, I still do not quite understand the appeal of the melted wax."

This might make sense if one knew Marian's understanding of updated birthday's came from a young child she was teaching.

[no_sin_but]

Beat.

"Neither do I, entirely. Unless it's the whole...celebratory shebang. However, I supposed I SHOULD be grateful that she limited herself to one."

[queenofmay]

Marian nodded, with a tilt of her head each way.

"True. She could have surrounded you in them."

[no_sin_but]

"One for each year'd do it."

[queenofmay]

"You can not be that old," Marian said, with a small smirk. Her fingers tapped the bar as if to remind her mistress of her order.

"Or perhaps you are easy to surrender in the face of such daunting colors of icing."

It was evil. They all knew it.

[no_sin_but]

"Until I was twelve, I was the only son in a family full of girls. There is nothing in this, or any other world, more frightening than the kinds of colours that they come up with. It is remarkably similar to icing.

Remarkably.."

[queenofmay]

Marian offered a laugh, covering her face with a hand. Her tea appearing at the same time.

"The court girls, back home, are rather like that as well. I think I would concede in the face of their color machinations myself."

[no_sin_but]

"Occasionaly, it is only the wise option to take."

[queenofmay]

She laughed, nodding, even as she turned to take care of her tea.

Starting it steeping, she said, with a smile in his direction. "My name is Marian."

[no_sin_but]

He sweeps her a seated bow.

"Marlowe."

[queenofmay]

"A pleasure to meet you," Marian said, with amusement at the bow. "As such are the formalities and wonders of this place, when and where do hail from, Marlowe?"

[no_sin_but]

He was an actor.

Enough said.

"London, England, Earth, and the date is sixteen-aught-two. Yourself?"

[queenofmay]

"Nottinghamshire, of the British Isle, in the late 1100's," she offered easily. She'd gone away from years a while ago, since there were few enough from there to need the actual days now.

[no_sin_but]

"Know a lad by the name of Will Scarlett?"