Witch. Couch. Tea. Book.

Well, that's the simple version. The long one would involve what kind of tea, what kind of book, and the fact that Morgan is reading it upside down.

Cywyllog is sitting in a chair with tea, but it's not by the fireplace. Tonight, she's near the observation window, staring at the exploding stars. Good, wholesome, mindless entertainment. Bother at will.

He likes the vantage point by the observation window. It's good for...observing. The bar, not the destruction of the universe.

There's only so much of that he can do before he gets bored, of course. Relishes interaction, this man.

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Puck is in the bar.

This is in no way unusual.

The only thing that might be even vaguely considered strange is the way he keeps folding and unfolding his wings, as if he can't decide whether he wants them on display.

Green eyes tonight, dark as pine forests-- perhaps he's feeling lucky.

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She tries, she really does.

But she can't stay cooped up in the suites for very long. She gets itchy.

So. Slayer. Rafters. Turning somersaults over one like it's part balance beam part gym horse.

...I don't know how the gun stays in the holster either.

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