It's been a pretty good day, all things considered.

Simon Tam is sitting at a table, with a mixed-greens salad and a salmon filet, going over a list on his portable datareader.

Willow is sprawled in a booth, making yet another attempt on wedding vows.

Tara walks down the stairs, smiles at the other patrons, and sits at the bar. "How about a mocha this time, bar? Still with whipped cream."

A steaming mug of mocha appears in front of her. It is topped by a rather tall pile of whipped cream and chocolate flakes. She sips at her drink.

Tara comes down the stairs, tripping on the last one and nearly doing a face plant into the floor. She recovers quickly and brushes herself off, glancing around to see if anyone noticed her stumble. She smiles at the few people who look up from their drinks and proceeds to the bar. "Coffee, please. Dark as the night, sweet as a kiss."

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Tara bounds down the stairs and does a little spin before making her way to the bar. "One hot chocolate please. And...add a shot of brandy this time." She's feeling a little...vixeny today. The hot chocolate materializes in front of her, topped with whipped cream. She takes a sip and looks around the bar.

Peter also has a cookie. With glass of milk.

He started to nibble on the cookie. Memories began to trickle into his head. OH God, this was bad.

He chugged the milk and finished the cookie.

Where was Ravin?!!!

As there sometimes is--though there hasn't been in some time--there's a woman in tattered black silk with a grey goose on her shoulder seated at the bar, sipping something hot enough to steam and surveying the room with calm, slightly curious green eyes.

She hasn't been here in some time, and there are quite a few patrons she's never seen before.

Tara walks down the stairs and sits at the bar. It's been awhile...time flies when you're astroplaning.

"Hot chocolate, please."

A mug of hot chocolate not too hot, not too cool, appears in front of her. The whipped cream is back. She takes a sip and sighs. She's in a good mood.

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