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[simple_aeronaut]

Lee's acquired a set of clean clothes - though he hasn't disposed of the old set, just yet - and a room for himself and Hester.

Right now, they're outside, checking out the lake area and trying to decide if there's enough space to be worth getting a balloon.

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[gotham_knocking]

Knox has roamed outside. It's not raining. That alone is worthy of note. He sees what seems to be some kind of cowboy.

"Good afternoon."

[simple_aeronaut]

Lee glances up and nods to him, touching his hat in greeting.

"Afternoon."

[gotham_knocking]

"Nice day, huh? It's been raining for like three weeks at home. And winter's about to start." Everybody talks about the weather, including Knox.

[simple_aeronaut]

"Yeah. Seems we got here just in time to see the spring."

[jack_f_twist]

Shockingly, there's another man outside, sitting by the lakeside enjoying a cigarette. The smoke drifts lazily from his mouth in a thin cloud and he whistles low to himself, some old cowboy song.

Still hasn't found his goddam harmonica.

[simple_aeronaut]

Some things cross between worlds. The song's familiar, from Lee's childhood.

He nods to Jack, amicably enough.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack's eye being caught, he looks over and nods back.

"Afternoon. Fine day, ain't it?"

It isn't quite Texas--there's still more of a Wyoming drawl than Texas sharpness in Jack's accent, but more than songs cross between worlds, that's for certain.

"You lookin' for somethin' in particular, friend?"

[simple_aeronaut]

"Jes' lookin' over the area. Got in yesterday. Sure is nice out here."

[mediocresaint]

It's pleasant enough outside, and it's not as if writing the Mass will progress any further tonight. So Salieri takes himself for a walk around the lake, sheaf of music under one arm.

Up ahead's a man, and he's closer to Salieri's age than most he's seen in the bar.

"A pleasant day, is it not, signor?"

[simple_aeronaut]

"Mighty nice", Lee agrees, tipping his hat to the newcomer. "Spring, an' all."

[mediocresaint]

Salieri has no hat to tip, but he inclines his head to the other man.

"It's winter where I come from, and proving to be a cold one at that. The benefits of taking walks on another world, I suppose."

[simple_aeronaut]

"It was storming, when I came in", he observes. "Storm an' smoke... good to see the open sky again."

[maydaybrat]

Because the dead need to mingle more, Mordred is at his table, sharpening his knife and sword.

[simple_aeronaut]

When they come inside, it being too dark to see properly any more, Lee nods a polite greeting to Mordred as they pass his table.

[maydaybrat]

He nods a greeting back, and then eyes the hare curiously.

[simple_aeronaut]

She eyes him right back, eyes bright and intelligent.