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[realmrsreynolds]

[OOM: Sallie Abigail Reynolds.Sallie enters Milliways with a plain satchel over one shoulder and a freshly-made pie in her opposite hand. The pie needs to get dropped off first, so Sallie climbs a barstool, dropping the satchel to the floor and letting Bar whisk the pie off to the ether where everything stays when she has to hold something, and

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[themidnightson]

His arrival is soundless, at least to anyone with normal hearing. Even the two fingers he presses to the bar, and the cup that appears right in front of them, is silent.

But he chooses two quiet words, against the maelstrom beside him. "Good morning, Sallie." He deliberated over the name, but the formal would perhaps be too unhelpful a reminder of things she's already not in need of remembering.

[realmrsreynolds]

Her return greeting is almost entirely muffled into the bartop.

Still, eventually sitting up, Sallie can smile at Edward pretty sincerely.

"Mornin'."

[themidnightson]

"Should I suggest that you do have a room where you can sleep, that was well decorated by my mother?" It's a cool set of words, less suggestion and more almost a well coded we can or can not talk about this, to where he won't even ask. It's not his place to know even if he can't help it.

[realmrsreynolds]

"I wasn't sleepin'," is the answer that comes, right in front of a "Is that for me?"

Pointing to the cup.

[themidnightson]

"Only one of us actively drinks the tea, no matter how well the Bar may make it." Using the same two fingers, Edward pushed the cup, with the gentleness of moving a piece of cloth, to a space more into her space than his.

[realmrsreynolds]

There is a tiny flicker of orange-colored annoyance at Edward from the back of Sallie's thoughts. Bar herself, an understanding thing; the orange backs away.

"Thank you." It's black, brewed almost too long, and quite tasty.

"My son has a warrant out on him on my planet. He could maybe get it taken off. But...I don't know."

[themidnightson]

Edward ducked his head very faintly, letting his arm rest on the bar. "Familial situations can be very complicated."

[realmrsreynolds]

"I haven't had...familial situations with him for decades. One of these days I'm just going to start answering the doorbell with a shotgun."

[themidnightson]

Edward effected a rueful smirk, "Some of us, that wouldn't help you."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Those that it wouldn't help probably also wouldn't ring the gorram doorbell."

Sidelong to her conversation partner, "Am I wrong?"

[themidnightson]

"It would depend on the reasons for visiting." Socializing. Emergency. Invitation. ....Sustenance. "I like to believe that on my best days I'm an exquisitely respectable members of society."

[realmrsreynolds]

Better than ruttin' Beauregard ruttin' Reynolds

Sallie winces.

"Sorry. I shouldn't whinge."

[themidnightson]

"Because?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Because you bought me tea?"

It's weak and Sallie knows it.

[themidnightson]

"If I was looking for silence," and a lack of other people's problems. "I could have chosen to spend my time on the mountain, or at home."

[realmrsreynolds]

Edward's question deserves an actual answer.

(Later on, she'll marvel at how he is actively seeking to help in what way he can. She'll be impressed.)

"He wants to manipulate me. Again. I just -- ugh. How dare he."