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[in_a_flash_x]

Victorian era stage magician standing near the bar looking a little glum. He's missing his family and on his fourth cup of tea.

He's stirring his tea with one hand and fanning a deck of cards with the other.

Comments

[argyle_princess]

"Gambler or magician?"

[in_a_flash_x]

"Possibly both." He tries to smile, but it's not terribly convincing.

"Magician most days. During the leaner months, it's a gamble."

[argyle_princess]

"I can see that."

No, it's really not convincing at all.

"Everything okay?"

[in_a_flash_x]

A slight nod. "Yes. Fine. A little homesick perhaps, but I can manage, thank you."

[eternal_boy]

"Happy St. Nicholas' Day," he offers as he places the little bag of red and green on the counter besides the tea. The smell of warm cookies is unmistakable.

[in_a_flash_x]

"I cannot say that I have ever celebrated St. Nicholas' Day."

[eternal_boy]

"Well, you don't have to now," he admits. "But... I don't suppose a few cookies will upset you further?"

[in_a_flash_x]

"No, they won't."

A mild frown of confusion crosses his face.

"How does one celebrate this day?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Should a pick a card?" asks the blonde with a coffee mug a few barstools over.

[in_a_flash_x]

He grins, though it's still tinged with a little sadness.

"You may, if you like."

He holds out the fanned cards, backs facing himself.

[song_tra_bong]

She grabs the first card her eyes settle on--the queen of spades.

"What next?"

[in_a_flash_x]

She might notice his face brighten a little - performing always seems to lighten his mood.

He closes the fan of cards, stacks the deck neatly and presents it to her.

"Place your card in the deck - anywhere you like."