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[puckishly]

Puck is perched on the edge of a table, legs swinging idly. He is regarding the apple in his hand with a mixture of wariness and speculation.

Come join him as he learns a valuable lesson about friendship!

(Namely: What it tastes like.)

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[sanguimmuno]

[ooc: YOU. :-P]

The apple is stared at. And blinked at. It looks like it could be dangerous.

Which is always a good thing, Asenath has already surmised.

Her father, the presently wary Salazar Slytherin, is sitting at the Bar, drinking a tall goblet of the hardest liquour Bar was willing to provide him.

Asenath waits silently for her moment, watching over her father's shoulder. CUNNING!

[puckishly]

Puck eyes the baby warily. Much more warily than he is eyeing the apple.

Kids get you into trouble.

The man looks vaguely familiar ... Puck wonders who he is for a moment, then decides he doesn't much care.

[OOC: ME. ZOMG I owe you and Kate and Lauren some emailage. UM. PRETEND THIS IS PLOTTY.]

[sanguimmuno]

[ooc: is no probleme. i will pretend zis is zee plotty, for YOU! MWAH. (aster_09@hotmail.com)]

If Asenath could read minds, she'd probably retort with "ZOMG! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO MY DADDY IS?!?! HE IS THE LORD AND ALMIGHTY SALAZAR SLYTHERIN AND HE'S MY DADDY AND HE'LL HURT YOU IF YOU MAKE FUN OF HIM STUPID MEAN UGLY DOOTY HEAD MAN!!!ONEONE111!!!"

As it is, she just gurgles happily, upchuck-drooling a little on her daddy's clean robe.

"Oh blessed night- tis the third robe you've ruined since morn, Child." Salazar moves her from his shoulder to a sort of sitting position on Bar, causing her to whimper and flail a little.

She had her heart set on that deadly apple, dammit.

[puckishly]

Oh, heeeeey ... this guy might be looking to get rid of his kid. It's always worth investigating, anyway.

And so, all of a sudden, there is one fae holding one apple leaning rather casually against the bar.

"Hullo, dearling," he coos in the child's direction, giving Salazar a sheepish sort of 'well I couldn't resist a baby' look.

[notjustnarrator]

Out of nowhere comes Nick, racing towards Puck and nearly tackling him from behind. He is far, FAR too happy to be back and to see one of - and probably his only - good friends!

"Puck!"

[puckishly]

Puck does not go OOF.

He is far, far too dignified to go OOF.

There is, however, momentary fumbling to keep hold of his apple, and for a brief moment, Nick's continued existence in the universe might be thrown into serious doubt.

... Then he just laughs, sounding vaguely shellshocked.

"Nick."

[notjustnarrator]

"I'm back!"

Well, dur.

"I spent some time with my brother and niece and my ex-girlfriend and --"

He runs out of breath rather quickly, the poor thing. "-- and now I'm back!"

[puckishly]

Nick seems as if he may have gone mad. Puck is not necessarily particularly opposed to this. Especially because: hugtackle! Hugs are nice, once he ascertains he will not be CHOKED TO DEATH by them.

"And I," he says, more sedately, "am simply delighted to see you again."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"It's an apple," Duo informs him. "Grown on a tree, and in natural environments, generally ripens in the fall. Considered a fruit, very healthy to eat, and is rumored to keep doctors away."

[puckishly]

Puck sticks out his tongue.

"You don't say."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"I do say. I also gotta say, that thing must be real freaky to keep you staring at it so long. Since when do apples hold the secrets of the universe?"

Of course he isn't remarking on Puck's short attention span.

[puckishly]

Of course not.

Because Duo's not a JERK or anything.

Pot kettle black.

"This apple, as it happens," Puck says loftily, "tastes of friendship. Which is rather a lesser truth, among secrets of the universe."

[ather_fledgling]

It's a staring game! Right?

Aubrey's now leaning over his shoulder to regard the apple with him.

After a moment, "Is it supposed to do something special?"

[puckishly]

Puck tilts his head very slightly, regarding him out of the corner of his eye.

"Taste of something special, I believe."

[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey's head tilts to offer Puck a grin. It's a 'haven't seen you in a while you look well' kind of grin. If...grins could talk and all.

He then goes back to studying the apple.

"Really? What's it supposed to taste of?"

[puckishly]

Puck smiles slightly-- it's the sort of smile that would say all that, really, were it not so terribly modest.

Really.

"As it happens, 'tis meant to taste of friendship."

He turns the apple over in his fingers, revealing on the other side of it the yellowing gashes made by neat fangs.

"I am not quite sure what to make of it."

[jianhuo]

Oh, Puuuuuuck~~

You have a darling visitor!

And thus, there is a redhead, peeking over his shoulder at the apple. "Mmmm," she comments, in much the same way someone posh would comment on a piece in an art exhibit.

The grin she gives him ruins it.

[puckishly]

Puck smiles brightly at the darling visitor!

Then he attempts to look solemn and posh, which more or less works until he catches sight of the grin.

"Oh my," he murmurs. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[jianhuo]

"Of myself or the apple?" she asks, smirking, and then slides into the barstool beside him. She turns away just long enough to order a drink, something cold and sweet for once, but then her eyes are back on him. "Why are you looking at it so suspiciously?"

[puckishly]

"Of both, I've no doubt," Puck says cheerfully. "Unless, of course, I overstep my bounds in so saying."

His eyes flicker to her drink, then up at her-- then down to the apple again. He hefts it in one hand.

"I am suspicious of this apple," he informs her, conversationally, "because they say it tastes of friendship."