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[i_was_death]

It is with pleasure that Methos takes his place behind the bar tonight.

However, once he is confronted with the prospect of writing up the specials board, his slacker gene kicks in rather hard, and he decides, instead of working his own brain to come up with a theme and drinks to match it, to work the ones of the patrons instead. So:

Get your drink

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[gorgonfondness]

"I can do you one better," Mia says, taking a seat at the bar. "I can recite an entire poem complete with special effects."

[i_was_death]

"Then I'd love to see it."

[gorgonfondness]

Mia puts her hands together and starts to speak.

"Some say the world will end in fire."

A tongue of flame comes to dance on the fingertips of her right hand.

"Some say in ice."

When it makes the jump to her left hand, it turns into a snowflake, which she catches in her thumb and forefinger.

"From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire."

She starts to pull at the fiery snowflake with both hands, forming and shaping it. She's left with a fire flower.

"But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction
Ice..."

She runs her left fingers over the edges of the flower, slightly frosting them.

"Is also great..."

She offers the flower to him at this point.

"And will suffice."

[i_was_death]

Methos' lips quirk.

"Beautiful," he says, taking the flower.

"But -- I take the offer back. Not just your drinks. Your tab, on me, for a week. In appreciation for your performance."

[gorgonfondness]

"What?" she asks, blushing. "Oh no, you can't mean that. I have money. Besides, I'm pregnant. You don't want to know what I'm going to rack up in a week."

[i_was_death]

"I do mean it," he responds, with a grin.

"And if you're pregnant, all the better."

He offers her his right hand.

"Adam Pierson, pleased to meet you."

[gorgonfondness]

She smiles sheepishly and takes his hand to shake.

"Mia Malfoy-Ausa. And thank you very much for your kindness, Adam."

She tilts her head just a little.

"I take it your generous offer is only for me and Mister Malfoy will have to fend for himself? He can always perform a feat of magic for you, but I'm not sure he knows poetry or Faulkner."

[i_was_death]

"Your husband will have to find his own way," Methos responds.

"It's lovely to meet you, Miss Malfoy-Ausa. At any rate, I'm sure he can manage."

[gorgonfondness]

"I guessed as much."

She'll just have to sneak him some food without telling!

"Oh, you can call me Mia. I've plenty who address me formally. I like this place because it's casual."

And now, to get started on her free-to-her tab.

"Now then, I think I'd like to start with a tall glass of cranberry juice. And a sandwich if you see any grog loaf around."

[i_was_death]

"Mia it is, then."

After holding a short conversation with himself as to the location of things around the bar, he serves up her order.

"And here you are."

[gorgonfondness]

"Oh lovely! Thank you."

She takes some of her cranberry juice first, as it's time for her daily folic acid supplement, then gladly digs into her sandwich.

She's a little surprised that it's just the way she likes it, but it doesn't take long for her to realize why.

"I suppose I'm the only person ordering grog loaf around here," she says. "I can tell because they put in the extra garlic I like. It makes sense, though. It's a dish from home and I'm the only person from my home here."

[i_was_death]

"And where might your home be?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Vane. It's a city-state in Katarina, a continent on Lunar."

[i_was_death]

"Lunar? Another word for the moon?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Just as Blue Star is another name for Earth," she says, nodding. "I suppose you can say I'm not the only person from Lunar here since my husband and uncle also live in Vane, but they were originally from England. And as far as I know, neither of them care for grog loaf."

[i_was_death]

"I can't say I've ever tried it. What's it made of?"