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[puckishly]

Hmmmm. I wonder what day it could be. What day could possibly have put Puck in such a generally amused frame of mind?

I wonder.

At any rate, Puck is lying on his back on one of the tables, eyeing the upside-down comings and goings of the patrons with lazy, amiable curiosity.

He is always willing to accept gifts of chocolate.

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[subtle_will]

Will finds Puck's current position highly amusing. Or, at the very least, interesting.

That is probably why he's standing near the table looking down at Puck with raised eyebrows, and why Kirjava has leapt onto a chair at the same table. "Searching for a new perspective?" he asks.

[subtle_will]

"The season for...lying on tabletops?"

Well, naturally, Will! Don't look so surprised.

[puckishly]

Puck rooooooolls his eyes.

"'Tis the season," he explains patiently, "for giving of one's heart and personal space."

[subtle_will]

"...You mean Valentine's Day?"

Will looks--nonplussed. "Do they have a card for the giving of personal space?"

It could be sarcasm. More likely, it's a genuine question.

[puckishly]

"That would be the very one."

Puck tilts his head curiously.

"I couldn't say," he says, thoughtful, "being somewhat new to them. Are cards very common, as a rule?"

[subtle_will]

"Sure." Setting the tea down, he leans back onto the table, looking amused. "Smaller children like them a lot, and people give them to other people they care about, I guess. No one has here?"

[puckishly]

Puck shrugs, a motion that is surprisingly smooth given that he's still lying down.

"I did get one off a little child," he says. Smiles. "I gave her a song for it."

[subtle_will]

"A song?"

Kirjava's ears flick. She looks interested. "What sort of song?"

Will...only looks relieved that Puck hadn't stolen the card.

[puckishly]

Will sets the bar so low!

"A song for love," he says with a grin. "The mortals sing it, in my time."

[subtle_will]

Or so we think!

Despite himself, that actually is appealing, and Will's smile softens a little. "That sounds worth at least a card, I'd say."

[puckishly]

"At least," he agrees with a soft laugh. "It should have been an ode or a sonnet, but I doubt the little mistress was particular-- at any rate, she is rather young for such things."

[subtle_will]

Will frowns a little at the image of Puck seranading a little girl, and then laughs. "Sure. Did you go about singing to anyone else?"

[puckishly]

"No one," Puck says, lashes fluttering, "has asked."

[subtle_will]

"Do they have to ask?" Will muses. "Would anyone ask to be sung to?"

[puckishly]

He tilts his head.

"I suppose I did offer Ingress the choice ... perhaps I shall begin dispensing songs like slips of Valentine's paper."

[subtle_will]

"Wouldn't they be less special, then?" Kirjava wonders out loud, her claws catching at the table top harmlessly.