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[sime_channel]

Its rather late for her usual sort of entry, but Suzi wanders down from upstairs and heads toward a seat. As always she's heralded by the jingle-jingle-jingle of her anklet, and she's got paper with lists. Also her knitting, but the lists are the important thing. They're questions to ask Quinn.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is sitting close by and lifts his head from a game of solitaire he's been playing at the jingle. He smiles when he see's Suzi. "You sound like my momma's cat."

[sime_channel]

"Bill!" is her response, and the papers and knitting knitting are dropped (the knitting bounces, and little kangaroo tails in orange and pink (different kangaroos) flail wildly). It was, however, necessary to cause the yarn-and-paper mess because how could she fling herself at him for a hug if she didn't?

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is surprised by the reaction but smiles and returns the hug. "Hey darlin, how are you doing?"

[sime_channel]

"I lost my world and then Michael got me drunk and when Dexter tried to help me get rid of the hangover I got poisoned then Moiraine Sedai magiced the poison out and Whistler told me that I'm useful." This all means things.

To Suz.

Really.

[eternal_boy]

And besides her things, a small bag of red and green that smells of almond sugar cookie is placed by a friendly looking blonde man who nods his head and smiles.

"Happy St. Nicholas' Day."

[sime_channel]

"...St. Nicholas' Day?" She asks, fingers closing around the cookie bag nearly convulsively and eyes getting wide, "Is that a cookie holiday?"

[eternal_boy]

He chuckles.

"Something like that. It's... traditional to give little gifts of cookies or candy, usually in children's shoes the morning of."

[sime_channel]

"I'll remeber that." She glances down at her own shoes and then back up at him, "I like cookies. Thank you very much."