Mar 31, 2005 21:49
*it can be assumed that it's something heavy on the tubas, that he's singing to himself. It seems to involve far too large an amount of 'om-pom-pom's to be anything else.
There is also the occasional 'tiddly'*
lucy pevensie
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Idly she wonders if there's a tuba section in heaven. If there isn't, there should be.
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Ace tucks her... well, to call it her work in progress, she'd actually have to be doing something to it other than poking at it, wouldn't she? Her hunk o'wood then, gets tucked under the chair and she makes her way over to the bar.
"Lo, how goes the smiting business?" It's either that or asking after the health of his tubas, and she's not quite that mad. Not quite. Yet.
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"Who's Crowley, and why does he need thwarting at the Ritz?" She stops for a second, but she's never been very good at the self-muzzling thing. "I just knew there was a reason that the hoity-toity of London kept eating over-priced food. Live entertainment."
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"What could he possibly do in the middle of the Ritz, with or without pudding stealing?" It's a crowded place. With security types in neatly pressed suits pretending to be patrons. There's plenty she could get up to, in such a situation (creating an off-menu flambe is just the start), but... honestly.
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*he waves a hand vaguely*
Some sort of tempting, no doubt. But the Ritz appears to have been declared a no man's land, of a sort, by general agreement.
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