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[_estsanatlehi_]

A young woman walked into the bar, kicking snow off her boots at the door, smiling crookedly and carrying a basket. It was a large basket, almost the same size as one would usually use for a houseful of laundry, and she carried it propped against one hip

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[cat_wth_panache]

Puss is more interested in the duck, following a short distance behind the bird in a casual, not-stalking at all type manner.

He may be tempted away from the bird if what's in the basket is good though.

[_estsanatlehi_]

Duck 'whonk'ed solemnly as he settled into Ana's lap, somehow he managed to look smug.

Ana smiled, "Well hello there cat. Don't believe we've met."

[cat_wth_panache]

The duck is eyed and then Puss shifts his gaze to the woman. "No. But I am glad to ammend that now. I am Puss, in Boots." He introduces himself and as always gives a bow.

[_estsanatlehi_]

She smiled, nodding a slight bow of her own, "And I am Estsanatlehi, called Changing Woman, called White Shell Woman, called Turquoise Woman and a whole lot of other stuffy titles that don't really mean much in the end."

[krisofvaldemar]

The young woman gets a curious sort of look from Kris, a warm smile, but the duck?
Okay, no one's ever going to believe this back home.
And the scarf...
He has to ask. "Why?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

Ana blinked, "Why the duck? or why the scarf?" She answered both without waiting for a response, "The duck is Duck, he's appointed himself my bodyguard, and the scarf is because it's cold outside and he doesn't like jackets."

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris can't help but smile at that. "Bodyguard? Does...he talk?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

She laughed then, "only if you speak duck." She shrugged, "He does peck fairly hard though, and kicks."