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[prone_to_panic]

Archie Kennedy, in the bar, with Paradoxes. Sounds like the solution to a game of Clue, and Archie would be amused, if indeed he knew how the game Clue were played and won. But anyway, there he is, prime and ready for conversations, pesterings, information, or simply pleasant company. Have at.

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[skjaldmeyjar]

A Milliways version of Clue would be much more interesting. And possibly more complicated, though it would be amusing.

Demon bunnies in the woods with their teeth, anyone?

Even after a couple of years, Svava still does not know quite what to make of the paradoxes; she eyes them as she sits down next to Archie.

[prone_to_panic]

Archie quite likes them, though he's no idea what they really are. They're intriguing, that's for sure. He dips one in the sauce and offers it to her as she sits.

"Evening sweetest, how've you been?"

[skjaldmeyjar]

"Tired, but that's normal." She chuckles quietly, taking the paradox.

Still unsure of them or not, her appetite will not pass them up- a second, then a third is sneakily stolen from Archie's plate.

"Though ordering some more may be a good idea." Svava gives Archie a sheeish grin.

"And you, today?"

[prone_to_panic]

He steals a quick kiss between bites and grins broadly.

"I'm well. Better now."

He prods her belly gently.

"I suppose we out to give her what she wants. For now at least, hm?"