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[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM: Millitimed to the night of April 29th/day of April 30th:
This House is Not a Home.
]

It was growing late, and Kate would be heading back out to the stables soon. But before she did, she wanted to grab a bite to eat and check for any notes she might have.

As she passed the message board, she caught sight of something that made her pretty

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[27_53]

It's the pamphlets that get his attention.

"You hunting as well?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Some of the pictures are just plain odd.

"Reckon you could say so," she mutters, eying the stack.

[27_53]

"Why are there bars?"

Head-tilt, and he picks up another.

[ikissdhimbck]

"S'a good question."

Looks kind of like a prison. Which, clearly, Kate would like to have nothing to do with, thankyouverymuch.

She glances over at last, eyes alighting upon the wings tucked neatly at his back.

"Oh, I 'member you," she smiles.

[benloserz]

And he is walking by, half-distracted, when a familiar face catches his attention. "Miss Barlow?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She almost doesn't turn.

Eventually, the polite name registers, and she lifts her head. Eyes squinting slightly, she finds him in her memory.

"Evenin', Ben," she smiles.

[benloserz]

"Oh, hi. How are you?" He blinks and puzzles a bit, but decides to not ask. She will tell if she decides he should know.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Pretty good," she nods, shuffling her pamphlets to one side should he decide to sit. "And what about you?"

[mechanicalswans]

Here, have a distracting demigod.

One Weyland approaching the bar nearby, the scent of forge smoke clinging to his suit as he orders a beer and, as an afterthought, some venison stew.

[ikissdhimbck]

The scent of smoke is strong as he passes by, which is the only reason why Kate looks up, watching the demigod as settles in to enjoy a meal.

If her eyebrows are arched, it's simply because she's never seen a farrier dressed quite like that before.

[mechanicalswans]

He gets that being-watched feeling, and glances up as he unfolds his napkin.

"Good evening," he says quietly.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Evenin'," she smiles, nodding respectfully. "Beggin' your pardon if I'm disturbin' your meal."