Looking for Jackrabbit

[mancalledspade]

Spade looked very slightly grim as he moved through the halls. Though his efforts at finding people had been dubious at best since arriving at the Mansion, he was confident he could find Jackrabbit one way or another. The problem would be what, exactly, to say when he found him

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[cat_inthe_sun]

Jackrabbit was busy sewing a small, baby-sized flimsy, not knitting motherly, but handsewing, crosslegged on the floor of the main room of the mansion.

[mancalledspade]

"Hey there, 'rabbit. Long time, no see." Spade moved to his side, though he didn't sit down. "How've you been?"

[cat_inthe_sun]

"Very well." he pointed to the baby who was asleep on the floor nearby. "My baby, Mo Chroi." he grinned proudly.

[mancalledspade]

Spade looked at the infant and smiled, though there was something heavier behind the expression. "Yeah, Miss Cuthbert said you'd had a new arrival. Boy or a girl?"

[misselthrush]

Mary sees him, remembering that he was a peculiar, difficult man that she almost liked. And people Mary almost likes deserve a greeting, at the very least.

"Good day, Sam Spade."

[mancalledspade]

"Heya, kid." He smiled. "What's tricks?"

[misselthrush]

"What's what?" she asks, brow furrowed. "And my name is Mary Lennox."

[mancalledspade]

"So you said, Miss Lennox." He grinned a bit. "And it means 'how've you been'?"