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[gabriel_tam]

The note had politely advised him that a meeting would be prudent, and Gabriel Tam learned some time ago not to disregard this particular individual's recommendations.

As a result, this evening finds him ensconced in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, reading a newspaper while he waits.

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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan, who merely stepped out for a bit of what is politic to call 'fresh air', enters Milliways through the back door. Anyone else might be expected to appear rain-damp or windblown.

The Wolflord, however, is far more fastidious than that. Or so appearances would suggest.

"Ah. Gabriel. I trust you are here on business, at the moment?"

[gabriel_tam]

Gabriel raises his eyebrows.

"You might indeed, given the communique I received." He gestures to a nearby chair, then signals for waitstaff.

"What's your pleasure?"

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan's expression carries with it the barest hint of a smile, and as he sits--

"Wine, I believe, will serve well enough. I leave the particular vintage up to you."

[gabriel_tam]

He places their order, then leans back in his own chair, settling himself comfortably.

"Matters have not been ill, I may hope?"

He's fairly certain he'd have heard, if that had been the case.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary is taller than she was the last time Gabriel saw her!

This is especially noticeable right now, seeing as she is currently sort of looming over him.

"I hope I shall not discover that the reason you have not visited in a good while is because you have been ill again," she says, extremely sternly indeed.

[gabriel_tam]

Indeed she is, but he doesn't seem discomfited by it as he smiles up at her.

"I'm happy to assure you that it's nothing of the sort. Hello, Mary."

[mmquitecontrary]

"Good."

Pressing questions settled for the moment, one might think that Mary would be free to move on to the next step: conventional greetings. One, however, would be wrong.

"Then where have you been? I have not seen you since I went back to school!"

[gabriel_tam]

"I gather," Gabriel says dryly, indicating her new height, "that time between your school's location and between where I reside may be somewhat misaligned."

[simon_doctor]

Simon's heading for one of those armchairs himself, with a mug of the best coffee in the multiverse and a toasted muffin.

He stops for a moment in surprise when he catches sight of the other armchair's occupant, and then smiles.

"Wan an, Dad."

[gabriel_tam]

"Simon."

Gabriel's answering smile is warm.

"How goes your evening?"

[simon_doctor]

"Pretty well. And yourself?"

He takes the chair next to his father's, and carefully sets down his cup and plate.

[gabriel_tam]

"Not bad," he allows, after an instant's judicious consideration. "It's nice to have an evening that allows for a visit here, to be certain."