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[merrimanlyon]

At some point during the day, Merriman realised that he was having some difficulty recalling the last time he'd eaten anything truly resembling a meal

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[holy_oats]

Oats, on the other hand, has not forgotten to eat.

It's called poverty of spirit.

... Also regular poverty.

He waves to Merriman, looking only slightly overwhelmed by the evidence of so much food.

"Uh ... good evening!"

[merrimanlyon]

Merriman pauses in taking a bite of scone, and washes it down with a quick sip of tea.

'Ah -- ' He clears his throat, and takes another sip before setting the cup down. 'Good evening, Oats. How goes it?'

[holy_oats]

"Well, um ..."

A faint smile.

"I think things are all right, actually."

Everyone's present and accounted for, as far as he's concerned.

Therefore?

Universe currently operating more or less normally.

"Um. How are you?"

[merrimanlyon]

'Less hungry than I was a short time ago,' he says, truthfully. 'I have a bad habit of forgetting to eat on occasion, and it would not do to have that catch up to me at present. But otherwise...things appear to be much the same.'

He gestures to a nearby chair. 'Please join me, if you like. Care for a cup?'

[kitchen_maid]

"Good evening, Professor Lyon," says Amy, who is looking rather like a princess this evening.

"Hungry?"

[merrimanlyon]

He looks over, and smiles a little as he sets his teacup down.

'Good evening, Amy. Rather hungry, yes -- I have a bad habit of not always remembering to eat regular meals. It comes of not always knowing when I will be able to eat next, but....' He gives a little shrug. 'Well. The food here is never less than excellent.'

He gestures to the plate of scones. 'Would you care to join me?'

[kitchen_maid]

"That would be lovely, thank you," she says, settling into a chair.

She gives him a slightly amused smile.

"I'm not above chasing after people with sandwiches when the need arises, you know, Professor Lyon. Caspian tends to forget to eat, after all, when things get . . . hectic is perhaps the best word."

[merrimanlyon]

'I shall keep that in mind,' he says, quite seriously. 'Or at least be on the look out for sandwiches that cross my path.'

Any humour in his seriousness fades at her mention of Caspian -- but explanations of that sort can come later, if need be.

'How are you, then?' is all he asks.

[thedoctorwho]

The Doctor has finally finished making repairs to the TARDIS caused by the power shock from last night and has come into the bar looking for one of the two people that Ace had recommended he talk to.

As luck (or Millitime) would have it, he does manage to spot someone who matches the description.

"Excuse me," he asks politely, "would you happen to be Merriman?"

[merrimanlyon]

Merriman pauses in mid-sip, and sets his teacup down before turning to look at the younger man.

'I would be, yes,' he replies, albeit not without a touch of wariness in his voice. 'Merriman Lyon. And you are, sir?'

[thedoctorwho]

"Oh! Hello!" he says cheerily, giving a little wave. "I'm the Doctor. Old friend of Ace. She suggested that I might want to talk with you. You see, I met young Ms. Rowlands the other night and am rather a bit curious about her. Ace said you'd be the one to talk to."

[merrimanlyon]

A rather grim flicker of amusement crosses his face at the Doctor's mention of Blodwen Rowlands.

'I would be the person to talk to,' he says with a nod. 'She is of my world -- or was, as the case may be. We are old adversaries, she and I. You said that you met her?'

"Meeting" Blodwen Rowlands can take on many forms.

[last_adam]

Could be that Adam's killing time, waiting for Alanna to set things up outside. Could be he just needed a drink of water. Either way, he's navigating the bar carefully and winces as he accidently knocks into the man at the bar.

"Excuse me."

[merrimanlyon]

For someone his age, Merriman can be quite fast when he wants to be. The cup of tea in his hand is steadied and set down on the bar without so much as a drop spilling into the saucer --

-- and then something clicks in his mind, and it's a very good thing that the cup was on the bar already because otherwise it would possibly be on the floor.

'Not to worry,' he manages to say at last. 'No harm done.'

[last_adam]

Adam straightens himself and turns, determined not to wince, and smiles at the man.

"Wouldn't want to waste any tea."

This, for some reason, strikes Adam as ridiculously funny. You can tell by the curved up shape of his lips.

[merrimanlyon]

Merriman lets out a slightly amused huff of breath. 'At the risk of sounding like the fussy old professor I happen to be, "waste not, want not".'

A pause then, as he looks at the young man more closely. 'Are you all right?'